Worried
Youth Fountain Lyrics

Am I afraid? They say I look lonely, a permanent face painted on me.
Do I experience fear? Others perceive me as isolated, wearing a constant expression of sadness on my face.

Always struggling in my decay.
Constantly battling with my own deterioration.

Did I do something wrong? Or was it all my fault that I've been put down all my life, and lost all hope?
Am I to blame for the constant criticism and loss of optimism throughout my life?

Dont tell me again how these hardships we face are all for the best. It has to be this way.
I don't want to hear any more comforting explanations about how our struggles are necessary and beneficial; I believe that this is the only path.

I woke up from a dream, I'm never where I want to be, and when I look in the mirror I'm not proud of what I see.
Awakening from dreams, I always find myself in undesirable situations, and the reflection in the mirror disappoints me.

Could never find any comfort in my own skin, standing on this ledge with all my selfish intentions.
I have always felt uneasy with who I am, and now I find myself on the edge, driven by my self-centered desires.

So sick of hearing my heart beat.
I am tired of constantly being reminded of my existence and emotions.

Contentment comes with a sacrifice I'm not willing to make. Cause there's this part of me that hates to feel me smiling.
Achieving happiness requires giving up something I am unwilling to let go of, as there is a part of me that resents expressing joy.

Am I too far gone? With all the self doubt, I'm just so worried.
Have I reached a point of no return? My constant self-questioning causes me great anxiety.

Are you listening to my words, Am I wasting air?
Do you pay attention to what I say, or am I simply wasting my breath?

It's not as simple as you made it out to be, I panic and panic, poor melancholy me.
The situation is more complex than you portrayed it to be, and I continually experience intense panic and sadness.

I'm only an image of what I want to be, so why did I grow up to hate what I see?
I am merely a reflection of my desired self, so why do I despise the person I have become?

Just know now if I could some how I'd trade it all, trade it all.
Understand that if given the chance, I would exchange everything I have without hesitation.

Everyday, it's all so routine, to live with all the things I fucking hate about me.
Every day, I endure the monotonous repetition of living with all the aspects of myself that I despise.

Numb for so long, I'm better off gone. So scared to die, yet it's all I really want.
I have been emotionally detached for an extended period, and I would be better off ceasing to exist. Although I fear death, it is ultimately what I truly desire.

Do you feel the shame in these words that ring true? ""You never did all the things you really wanted to do.""
Can you sense the shame in these truthful words? The reminder that I have never pursued the things I truly desired.

Regret every choice I've made up to this point, it's never been an option, I can't do anything right.
I deeply regret every decision I have made thus far, as it seems I have never had a choice and have consistently failed to do anything correctly.

useless to ask what this life is all for, Cause if we found out the answers, we'd still want more.
It is pointless to question the purpose of life, because even if we discovered the answers, we would still crave more.

I just wish I had something to live for.
I simply desire a reason or purpose to continue living.