Second Thoughts

Yeah Is this what I'm meant for? A life without a backdoor? Just hang me like some décor, don't wanna live life no more Laying dead on the floor, I'm going to the drugstore I'll numb the pain even more, cuz I swore I'd never get too stuck inside my head, but here I am Just laying in my bed, would they ever understand? Just how I'm feelin', contemplating death Wanna live but I feel dead, you can go in my stead Cuz getting up, I'm full of dread and no one is impressed Wanna fly away, I think I wanna let go But I can't picture any other life, so let's hope I find a gas station on this dangerous road Cuz I don't know what the f*ck I'd do if I lost sight of the goal And that's a scary thought, so I always gotta stay driven Cuz what if everything crashes and I end up in a divot? Flipped upside down, would I try or would I just quit it? I'm sick of hearin' everybody's definition of "livin'" But that's just how I feel, but maybe they're right I could drop this dream and work a job the rest of my life Wait, f*ck that idea, that future doesn't sound bright Give me a path they say is riding on the roll of a dice I'll take that fear and turn that shit into faith They'll say I'm crazy 'till I make the world shake My potential in the sky, but if that's the case Then why the f*ck can't I look myself in the face And tell myself that you're gonna do great?