Cloudy days in mid March shouldn't be so very hard

But I am flawed, too self involved

And honestly a little odd

When will I learn that I'll always be inadequate at best?

Heart on my sleeve, not in my chest

I'm in desperate need of help, won't someone save me from myself?

Save me from myself

Sometimes I think of who I was back when I was just 15

I don't think that he'd be proud of what I've grown to be

When will I learn?

No, I can't change in just a day, a week, or a month, or a year

I will stay right here

I'll just stay right here

When will I learn, not to take my self so seriously?

Born to stay the same

And I could never change

the truth that I cannot escape...

I will never learn