There are

Times where I feel that everything’s wrong
so left out, alone, without a care for the world.
I just wonder "what the hell am I doing with my life?"
And then just give up, tired of time.
I put on a happy face to hide what’s inside.
It’s thick enough that no one can tell.
Even the ones who think they know me best
Are easily persuaded by the superficial mask.
Deep inside, things are different.
But no one gives a hell about what’s inside
they just care about the outside.
But I know better than to do that.
It’s like no matter what happens, no matter what I do
Things don’t change so why should I?
I know deep down that something needs to change;
the world ain't gonna, so I’m going to have to.
You know what they say, people never change.
But there are exceptions to everything if you try hard enough.
All it takes is some help but I’m not crazy
If I ask for help, I’m gonna end up with some shrink.
That’s not what I need, I need something less
Something that in this world, that people can’t give
It’s something that has long become extinct
A helping hand, a listening ear.
Now, when you walk in the streets,
Whether is a small little town or New York City,
No one looks at anyone right in the eye
They would rather pretend that everything’s fine
The only thing left to do is to change myself
I want to, but old habits are hard to break.