Lately I've been skeptical.
Silent when I would used to speak
Distant from all around me who witness
me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down.

But you don't understand when
I'm attempting to explain because you know it all
and I guess things will never change
but you might need my hand when falling in your whole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go of
you and me we're through and rearranged
It seems that your not satisfied
there's too much on your mind
So you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I find.