Acronym

I hate when you look at me

Like I'm a criminal or a junkie

I already know I am

And I hate when you judge me

For things out of my control

And I promise I'm trying

To build myself a home

But things get hard

And I'm trying, trying

But I, I had to restart

They never told me

growing up would be so hard

And I hate that you're ghosting me

In this mansion of jealousy

I forgot about your voice

And I see that you're happy now

And I look like the clown

Can you see that I'm frowning now

My red nose hit the ground

Hit the ground

Hit the ground

But things get hard

And I'm trying, trying

But I, I had to restart

They never told me growing up

Would be so hard

I don't know where to go from here

Should I just walk away,

Or should I face my fear

Should I just give it time

Should I face my crime

Or should I leave it,

Let you believe it

Should I bite my tongue

And run for the sun and burn out

I know I caused a drought.

I'm sorry now

Know I can't change a thing

But I can say it anyhow

But things get hard

And I'm trying, trying

But I had to restart

They never told me,

They never told me

It'd be so hard