Sometimes I wish   I wasn't born.   Mixed emotions   about being here.   My thoughts just keep spinning.   Can't think clear.   It's not that I don't want to   keep things real.      But it's hard.   So hard.   So hard to feel free.      I wanna talk to people.   Be someones friend.   But I can't stand this pressure.   Try hard to stay sane.   As I meet you in the street   my head will turn down.   I would wanna get out of there.   Wouldn't wanna be found.      Oh, it's hard.   So hard.   So hard to feel free.