They try to pry me from my room but I won't listen. They say there;s so much out there that I'm missing. Well, I would rather watch a movie in bed alone, Or pretend I didn't hear the ringing of my phone.
I've been trying really hard not to sleep on my right arm. All my friends they laugh because they don't know who they are, I can brush it out, but my hair still looks like yarn.
I just don't have the strength to cut it off yet, I'm just not happy with the way my year's been.
I complain to anyone who will listen, and if I want a compliment I'll go fishin'. I'm low and I'm sure it shows because my hair is as dirty as my clothes.
I just don't have the strength to cut it off, I'm just not happy with the way my year's gone.
And honestly, I think I like being sad, It's a narrative of everything I never had. That's why I smile when I put on my cap, Just knowing what's underneath my hat.
So when I finally cut it off it'll be for me, And maybe next year I'll be happy.