Not good enough to be a poem but maybe good enough to be lyrics.

Making patterns with my words
Look cool, don't mean a thing (anything).
I don't know anything anymore, got nothing real good to say.
I got earphones in and TV on to blur my thoughts don't wanna think
Don't wanna know, don't wanna be.
Turn off my brain turn off my
Turn off whatever makes me say
“I'm not alright, it's not okay, it's not gonna be okay”.

Lets all just be what we are; how hard is that?
My face and hair and clothes are a mess but it's alright
I jut say it's an expression of the mess inside my head.
Realized I haven't dusted my room since I moved in last year.
I have to confess the mess in my life is a reflection of the mess inside my head.
And way too late I realized I'm exactly the one thing I really hate.

Wishing I could be stupid
Not think so much not think too much (way too much).
Wish I could believe myself when I say
“I'm only 15, I don't have to understand everything”
And because there was nowhere I wanted to be
Thought I'd turn off my brain turn off my
I thought I'd go to bed early
And wake up in the morning to something different (hopefully).

How 'bout we all just be what we are; how hard could that be?

First I halfheartedly put some neon blue words on a page
About the depression of the rich suburban teen, about me.
Probably to be recycled in the morning.
So all it does is prove I'm exactly the one thing I really hate.

Lets all just be what we are; how hard is that?
My face and hair and clothes are a mess but it's alright
I jut say it's an expression of the mess inside my head.
Realized something new today.
But it doesn't give me anything to say.
I have to confess the mess in my life is a reflection of the mess inside my head.
And far too late I realized I'm exactly the one thing I really hate.