House, Hold - Mourn

Rejected in my own house being a

Victim of myself every time you’re

Wrong about me I stay invisible to the eye

See me, hear me

Come back to me

Pressure and pressure to be

Better and better trying to fit in

Your expectations you’re

Tearing me down and you’re

Lifting me up like I’m an idea

Just an idea in your head

I would love some apprciation

I’d love more warmth from this

Time on

What I tll myself is it’s not always gonna be like this

I fear to lose everything I’ve worked for, I

Fear to lose everything we’ve hoped for

New life, new problems

Supervised or unwatched

I’m a disappointment

Contributing or not it’s never enough

Away a little more every day

I’m doubting myself

Misunderstood