Everyone Is Doing Better Than Me

It hasn't been long Since I've been on this Earth And left the place to have my life start The people I've known The ones who've all grown They’re all changing now, they are Going along their path Going to college and having kids Or gaining knowledge with their many friends As I sit helpless and depressed Dormant in my bed While my time grows less and less And it seems so clear I see That everyone’s doing better than me I work for a wage Doing dirty jobs They push me like a slave I just apologize and nod I only afford pay rent with the money I make Things don’t get cheaper, and the income doesn’t change Sometimes I go to parties Meet many people who’ve known each other all for so very long I stand around, I don’t know anyone Don’t know why I would even come I feel complex But simple minded Everyone seems to easily make friends It’s not that I can’t put myself out there Just feel like a bother interacting with them As I sit alone in a chair Drinking a beer, and fake smiling along I could see, so plainly Everyone is doing better than me The more I explain myself The worst I seem to come across I seem to rub people wrong And I always seem to feel lost When I frown they say I look angry When I smile they say I look creepy When I look at them, they turn away from me When I turn away, they think I’m high-and-mighty When I say hello, they say goodbye When I say goodbye, they ask why People wonder why I can’t just talk to people I feel like I’m the only one who thinks it’s normal They think something is wrong with me I’m not the only one who’s awkward around people they meet I express myself in all the wrong ways Because when I feel unhappy, that’s when I need aid Whenever I feel happy, there’s nothing I need to say And still I look around and see That everyone is doing better than me I want to grow up But I don’t want to leave everything behind Except for who I use to be, to everyone else I’m still that guy I wish I had friends but I suck at conversation I wish I had success, but I need help to make it happen If I could be who I would like to be I’d already be that person instead of being me I know that when we die, well go to the same place So it doesn't really matter who really won the race But still it causes me to grieve Because everyone I know Everyone is doing better than me