Trapped Against the World
No one cares the pain I feel
changing against the world
Just throw it all away
So I'm left with nothing?
The depression is over
but the anxiety is still there
always rushed to get the next thing done
Never living for myself
Never happy
always rushing
What quality of life is that?
School I'm never getting out of
work I can handle
Leaving my nights free
Always told I'm wasting time
Doing what I think is important
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