”oh”kay ​​aWannabe

Cuz I feel a waste of space
My minds changing again
My minds racing again
Tryna (?)
Couple restless hours and weekdays
(?)

I mean 
They always ask me
If I'm okay
Not a damn thing changed
I feel the same
I'm not okay

I like to believe I'm a-okay
In my head I've gone insane
I'll try my best to stay awake
I lock my doors and fade away
Fade away
I'm lost in space
My mind decaying inside my pillow case
And when I stand on my two feet
Without a plan to make it


They always ask you if I'm ok 
Not a damn thing changed
I feel the same
I'm not okay
 I feel the same
I'm not okay