Really.

Hard days and harder nights
This is bound to kill me.
And though I say I’ll be alright
I don’t believe that really.

Everything everyone says and does
It seems to be against me.
Maybe I should get some sleep
But I don’t think that really.

All around me are decisions
And the wrong ones always haunt me.
I never seem to get ahead
I believe that really.

My mind it seems is running wild
And no thought seems right to me.
My heart is evil and seeks attention
Yes I think that really.

The voices of guilt call out for my soul
And so they mean to end me.
For though I’ve tried my best
My best isn’t good enough, really.