Make It

Will I ever make it? I quarantine myself To escape everything I still wonder who I would be I feel guilty I'm not making enough memories I will have to disappoint you for me to be actually happy I'm still waiting for an apology I know you're not even my enemy I find myself grieving over the person I used to be My lack of confidence makes me think that I'm not as fun as I used to be So I always end up alone having a talk with myself That I already had just like I thought how it would be How it would be Will I ever make it?