what the hell?

'94 virgo born on a labor day

Growing up I heard stubborn was my middle name

Type A to a T with a mission

Now I'm a sharp contradiction

I wanted the whole world

And I thought I could take it

But that's a lot on the shoulders

No one told me I'd be saying

What the hell

Am I doing I

Tell myself

That I'm moving

In the right direction

But God it's endless

Someone tell me that I'm getting close

I'm unwell

I don't understand how

Everyone else

Don't need a plan

I wish I could let a couple more things go

wish I didn't need to know

What the hell

That I'm doing

If I could stop all my thoughts from spiraling

Imagine all of that time that I would have

On my hands put my feet in the grass

Make up time that I won't get back

Be lighter

Little less always down to the wire

What the hell

Am I doing I

Tell myself

That I'm moving

In the right direction

But God it's endless

Someone tell me that I'm getting close

I'm unwell

I don't understand how

Everyone else

Don't need a plan

I wish I could let a couple more things go

wish I didn't need to know

What the hell

That I'm doing

What the hell what the hell what the hell

I don't wanna turn into the shell of myself

What the hell what the hell I'm bout to break

Only 30 years old and I'm already going gray

What the hell's going on with the dream

It's the only thing I've wanted, does it even want me?

White knuckle gripping got me ripping at the seams

What the hell

Am I doing I

Tell myself

That I'm moving

In the right direction

But God it's endless

Someone tell me that I'm getting close

I'm unwell

I don't understand how

Everyone else

Don't need a plan

I wish I could let a couple more things go

Yeah I wish I didn't need to know

What the hell

That I'm doing