Lately, I feel difference somewhere in my mind.
There might be something missing from what I left behind.
I can’t go on pretending that everything is intact,
When I tried all the pills, none of them react.
Now I’m losing my temper, out of control.
This year’s December, I’m letting you go.
I hold myself responsible to what’s become of me,
An addict to my dramas and anything in between.
I’m a problematic in case you didn’t know.
No one seems to please me, no one seems to show.