I was working on another song and scrapped it and wrote these lyrics. You might remember this beat from Week 39.
In other news, my bass guitar input connection messed up and I successfully soldered it!
When someone says, “How you doing?”
I automatically lie, “I’m fine thanks”
and then I try not to cry
If change the subject then hopefully they’ll stop it
I’m grinning and I’m nodding and I’m trying not to vomit
Is it really a concern with my mental health or is it
an opportunity to talk about yourself?
I don’t really care it doesn’t have to make sense
I’m just thinking someone else could be the captive audience
Second guessing and filled with doubt,
Everything considered we’re lucky that I left the house
Walking down the street someone looked at me
Immediately assume it’s about my sexuality
or ethnicity what is wrong with me?
Always on the defense without a law degree
I didn’t win the award but an honorable mention
for: “Getting Out Of Bed With Crippling Depression”
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