Late and not finished up
Think I'm not good enough
Panic in my mind beats me up
Didn't wanna write about failing
Didn't wanna write about the missed calls
I'd rather sing about the good times and parties
Not the heartache and loss

But I don't think I care right now
This part of me just creeps me out
I think I stared at the walls for hours till the words came out
I don't wanna sing about my darkness
I don't wanna talk about my nervousness
I hate the thought of being quiet
I'm better off without the lip service

I wanna tell you that I

Feel this way and I
Feel this way, oh
I feel this way
Yeah I feel this way