Self-Doubt

Why do things got harder as i grow up?

An upstart of a filth,to a cradle of mishaps

I am no prince charming,its quite alarming

Im no hero,it always ended as a zero

Should i be concern of myself?
Or just let self doubt takes its place?
How could i so happen to make everything as it seems?
Or am i just waiting for miracles to happen?
Seems like there's no miracles to it.
Everything happens for a reason
In their eyes im always the treason
Sun always sets when im out for the season

What should i do to make all this filth go away?
What should i do to make miracles?
Maybe its just my luck..
My life sucks..
It sucks to be me..
It really is..

Under this thin layer of skin,
Some judge the different things about me
It was never the thought of being different
It was never the life i conquered
Im never going to finish the race in life
Why do people always step my head?
Maybe im just stupid..
Plain stupid...

Why am i the implosive type of person?
who keeps his feelings to himself?
Then one day explodes like the atomic bomb
It isnt a hell of fun
I never wanted to hurt people
Never wanted...
Ive got so many questions
But the answer was never found
Its the most profound quiet
In the heart of raging riot
Who is a rotten idiot..

Why do i keep complaining to myself?
I dont know why..
I dont really know...
An utterly a disregard to myself...
Or am i just feel so insecure about everything
I wrote songs...
Its just a once upon a time fairytale
Stuck in this labyrinth of chaos

Its a 10 BOO-HOOs for me
Zero for miracles to happen
Zero for being a hero
10 For being nothing
10 for me because i suck in life