But i'm still at home ordering pizza, binge-watching tv shows online.
While my mom worries 'bout me getting out enough or if i can even pay my rent on time. It’s getting more awkward each day i wake up, looking in the mirror wondering if i'll be fine. I keep telling myself that it'll be ok allthough things feel more like i'm in a play were i am the joke!
I'm telling you that that's not me
Looks they can deceive
Trusting the things you see
That's how you misconceive