Why do they even care? Falling to the ground I hear the echo of the voice And the ghost of every sound I know I’m not worth it I cause so much pain now With every line and dosage Comes another disappointed frown I wish I could escape Through fire or blood or drown A rope around my neck And silence all this sound I’m not fit to be Talbanian But I can’t be of Earth either Maybe with the stars I could find someone who sees there Is no place for me to be Not here nor there today Past present future It’s tense as you can see But what am I worth at the end of it all? What have I done to help? What have I done to mess it all up? What have I done to my mental health?