Memoirs of a Pessimist

One two three four five am on a Tuesday I know I should be fast asleep by now But I've got far too many things on my mind I used to be happy, I can't remember how I'm tired of the disconnect And hopes that perish before they start I'm tired of having to collect The remnants of my stubborn heart I have made a list Of all these broken promises Call me a pessimist All I do is reminisce About the distant times Where my fate had felt like mine I know I'm a pessimist But I can't breathe like this Weeks and months and years go by without purpose I know, I know, I should cherish each one But it's an endless cycle of empty And it's mistakes that cannot be undone I'm tired of the disconnect And hopes that perish before they start I'm tired of having to collect The remnants of my stubborn heart I have made a list Of all these broken promises Call me a pessimist All I do is reminisce About the distant times Where my fate had felt like mine I know I'm a pessimist But I can't breathe like this Tell me to be positive Im telling you that I am Giving all I got to hold on Tell me to put on a smile Tell me is it worthwhile When everyone leaves before dawn Tell me to be positive I'm telling you that I am Giving all I got to hold on Tell me to put on a smile Tell me is it worthwhile When everyone leaves before dawn I have made a list Of all these broken promises Call me a pessimist All I do is reminisce About the distant times Where my fate had felt like mine I know I'm a pessimist But I can't breathe like this