Fugazi-esque song
Jealousy and sad realisation about myself.
I find it funny how i can never say what i want to you.
Not that your special, its like this for me everytime.
Such a hypocrite am i, talking about being true or honest.
When i can't even tell whats in my heart until its too late.
Im wasting away here, simmering for too long.
Its a fine way to be a youth.
I feel everything beneath, by my tiny mind can't get the right things out.
Im so tired of being this insecure.
Listen what i feel for you is deep.
Or maybe its just frustration from the hope i once had?