I want it to be, like, messyBen, sanırım, dağılnık olmak istiyorum I’m so insecure I thinkThat I’ll die before I drinkAnd I’m so caught up in the newsOf who likes me and who hates youAnd I’m so tired that I mightQuit my job, start a new lifeAnd they’d all be so disappointed‘Cause who am I



