quarter life crisis

I'm getting old Life feels like it's closing around me It's getting cold Been six months since I saw my family I'm running dry Paperwork just feels so heavy I'm getting by Why does it feel like I've lived already And I'm secretly terrified I'll never find love That no one will ever find out what I'm worth Do you feel me Welcome to my quarter life crisis Tonight, I'll walk down a lonely street Coz I'm self-destructive My phone's unresponsive Red eyes The cuts on my arms they bleed My childhood self haunts the shit out of me He says that I'm guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty Guilty Is it worth it this self hate You try so hard to emulate The dreams you have stuck in your head That you won't chase until you're dead Make up your mind kid What's it gonna be You okay with settling on this mediocrity I don't know but you gotta pick one Coz riding both sides makes you come undone And you can't keep speaking to the mirror Like I can hear ya There's no fifth ace, trap card you're not the dealer Time to face facts Low chance you'll hit diamond But that's ok you tried your best Now you can say you put time in Tonight, I'll walk down a lonely street Coz I'm self-destructive My phone's unresponsive Red eyes The cuts on my arms they bleed My childhood self haunts the shit out of me He says that I'm guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty