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