Doubtful

I seem to be doing a new post EVERY DAY NOW!

Whittled away till my eyes are glazed
too fuckin' worried, about the next day.
Sinking in my wheelchair way to low
roll me away till I'm gray and old.

Scared of Rejection but to busy to care
Sick and tired of what's not and is fair.

Pepper up my nose but I just can't sneeze
Insecurity, is a fickle thing.
Pushed so hard till I think it'll go but
look at that it's just ready for more.

Cars roaming down a dead end street,
the street in my mind known as apathy.

Ahhhhhhhh
such memories.

This was my first song I properly wrote down.
Maybe once I finally get my recording stuff fixed up
I'll be able to put it on.

That'll be cool.

Holy shit I'm either really hungry
or dying.