Everyone's expecting something
I can't deal with the pressure
It's not so easy to commit
There's a void with nothing to fill it
Trying to find myself isn't helping
Ever since self-discovery had an expiration date
I miss the simpler times
I long for something
Something out of my control
Everything in my life under my control is deteriorating
I hate the fast pace
I wish time would stop
Stop and let me figure out which path I'm on
The path I'm on now isn't helping me
Too many people shouting Go! Go! Go!
And all I want to do is stop, stop, stop
Why does everything in life have an expiration date?
Especially my sanity
