nineteen going on extinct
maybe it's not my weekend, but it's gonna be my year.
it wasn't my weekend, and it sure as hell isn't going to get any better.
i'm wearing myself out, trying to keep a smile on my face.
but all i really want to do is fall apart and have everyone see what an ugly, fucked up piece of shit i really am.
the thing is, i'm terrified that no one will give a fuck that i'm falling apart at the seams.
