Why always me?
I often ask myself
The truth always comes to light they say
The truth is never clear like a summers day
I just want to be liked, loved, and respected, is that so much ask for?
Me reaching for the stars at this point seems like a closed door
I often ponder the entirety of existence by one question and for the way I do things day in and day out.
I promised myself I wouldn’t be a sellout
Why always me?
