I’ve only been good at two things in life
Failing and disappointing
And I never fail to disappoint
I’ve heard every single counterpoint
I’ve been told that things get better
But the only change is the date from 24 to 25
Just another year I want to die
I guess happiness was always a lie
I don’t really ask for death
just don’t want to be another wasted breath
Like the waste of time I’ve spent on writing this down
But in my head the bad thoughts don’t drown
Ill wake up tomorrow to disappoint & fail
put on a mask and tell the tallest tale
That life is great and all is well
While I secretly sit and dwell
Of that failure of the life I’ve had
And the disappointment I’ve been good at










