black sheep (a.k.a. gifted kid burnout)

Wake up, make up, hustle, grind, and repeat Don't give up even if it sucks, there's no time for defeat Former gifted kid, show some grit, you're not in school anymore You can't quit, say you're not equipped, to walk out these doors. Everybody's always telling me I should have big dreams How do I tell them that I don't 'cause at night I can't sleep Each night I am counting sheep, and all I can see is One black sheep – that's me At home, sitting all alone, glued to the screen Airbrushed clones, successes overblown, picture-perfect scenes Lie in bed, in over my head, beg the pills to do their job With every breath, a feeling of dread, will it ever stop Everybody's always telling me I should have big dreams How do I tell them that I don't 'cause at night I can't sleep Each night I am counting sheep, and all I can see is One black sheep – that's me Oh, I have realised this Life's a race and I was confused 'Cause when they told me that I was gifted None of the gifts was running shoes Everybody's always telling me I should have big dreams How do I tell them that I don't even when I do sleep Each night the fence is jumped by sheep, the one left behind is A black sheep – that's me