And I could never cut myself

Because of my low tolerance to pain

And I could never burn myself

Because I was too afraid of the flame

And I could never figure out

How I would end it

So I guess I'll chill right here for now

And keep on pretending

Keep on pretending

Sometimes I feel like a gender

And others just like an alien

So I've stopped trying to figure out

Which one of them is more conventional

And I'm tired of getting into arguments

Because it feels like I am falling off of mountains

Anxiety disorders sound cute and quirky on paper

But it's a living fucking hell

Well if there are rock solid composures

Then mine takes the form of a sponge

So many times have I been pushed to the point

Where the only option left is the plunge

But why I haven't done it yet

The answer I haven't been able to find

So I guess until then I'll just sit in my room

And I'll wait for you

To come hit me up sometime