I thought this life would encourage me to be a better person
But I guess every time I try to be happy
This life throws shit on me
And I keep failing
I keep hating myself
I keep killing myself
Nothing is making me happy
Nothing is making me laugh
Except him
From depression episodes
To hypomania episodes
I keep failing
I keep losing my faith
Tell me would you play with my hair?
Would you hold my hands?
After I keep failing?
Would you have faith in me?
After seeing me losing my faith?
Would you?
Would you?
Would you choose me?
Would you stay with me?
