What the hell am I mad at?

I've built everything you see

I just say that to feel like I could pack this up and do better

When I'm tired of flailing

I get high to stop myself

I wake up the next morning

And when the sun sets you'll find me saying

Have I fucked up?

I can't stop this now

I'll sleep this off

It'll all work out

Wins are coming but just not today

When I'm in panic I just have to breathe