Inner Workings

I never seem to have all the answers To all the questions you call I never seem to give a good answer I guess I never gave it my all Give you everything I could But I didn't know that I should Tensions realized, I'm stressed I don't want be a mess I don't know what's right I guess I am so terrified Of myself and what would happen After I die That got dark pretty quick Didn't it Didn't it Didn't it