If I’m freaking out over nothing
Then why am I so stressed?
If there is really nothing wrong
Then why am I depressed?
Maybe it’s something in the air
Maybe it’s just bad luck
Maybe it’s my lack of prayer
Maybe this is growing up
I just feel so worthless
Every single night and day
And I’m sorry you’re well-intentioned
But I’m just a teenage cliché
Stop convincing me I’m crazy
And hear what I have to say
And I don’t mean to complain
But everything’s not okay