Sometimes

Sometimes I feel trapped in my own body, and my environment is hell. They say everything will be ok, they’re lying ,but they mean well They can’t relate/ And I can’t escape/ And that’s ok... Cuz it gotta be The last train is coming and I gotta leave We can share farewells, but just to be clear I haven’t been well cuz there’s nothing fair here There’s only the things we accept and the things we neglect The things we forget , and the things we forget to protect There’s some things that we like and some things we desire But nothing we love thatll make us say everything n this set the world on fire So sometimes...I feel... trapped in my own body and my environment is hell. Hey mo