Good Advice

You know a little better where I'm from You know a little better why I haven't been better I hope someday I'll laugh at the strongly worded letters I wrote to living Stop taking myself so seriously Found no peace of mind, what was I looking for there's no truth to find, what was I working toward Never made my own meaning before but there was never an option I've spent my time Taking in good advice I've been inured I've been productive, Never bored Telling the same jokes For several years Afraid if I spoke What I had would disappear But it got old fast I knew it would be All this time spent on anxiety I convinced myself they were convincing themselves That maybe pain made them stronger but it never outweighed That they were never the same but they act unscathed It comes with the territory life goes on anyway The truths they'll tell the things they say The ways I've been complicit and I've been ashamed And I don't really get what's making me stay But It doesn't matter whether I'll be okay I think I proved myself I barely missed a dose Every other weekend Spent in my notes It felt right when I thought it Right when I wrote it down I looked at it wondering Why I didn't feel it now I've spent my time Taking in good advice I've been assured I'd never suffer, I'd be adored Cause maybe one day I'm gonna get out Spend every morning Sketching in how And it takes more strength then anyone should have By design but that's fine, I expected that I will belong to somewhere or someone I will be-long winded but stick with me stick with me I will be fine, heaven's no concern and I've been through hell And I'll live my life so if something should happen my absence is felt I've done my time Listening to good advice Behind closed doors Productive, but what for I can't say if I will belong To somewhere or someone I'm still not enough and I'm still not strong But I'm choosing now of all times to go on so...