making the bed

i guess i have to do this on my own now

where did it all go wrong?

i don't remember who the past me was

that version of me died last year

i never had many steps in the right direction

i'm always one to hold myself back

but there's one thing i really know

and that is i can't keep making this bed

i don't want to keep making the bed

only to just strip it down and start all over again

what's the point of pretending to be happy?

where does that get me?

i don't want to keep making this bed

if i'm just wishing to be dead

so, what am i living for? can someone please explain it to me?

i don't know which door i should open

i've lost my mind down penny lane before

right out that opalite door

i never had many steps in the right direction

i'm always one to hold myself back

but there's one thing i really know

and that is i can't keep making this bed

i don't want to keep making the bed

only to just strip it down and start all over again

what's the point of pretending to be happy?

where does that get me?

i don't want to keep making this bed

if i'm just wishing to be dead

i’m wandering, like the wanderer i am

i can only hope i make it farther

down this uneven road

i'm so alone

i never had many steps in the right direction

i'm always one to hold myself back

but there's one thing i really know

and that is i can't keep making this bed

i don't want to keep making the bed

only to just strip it down and start all over again

what's the point of pretending to be happy?

where does that get me?

i don't want to keep making this bed

if i'm just wishing to be dead