Inside my brain, there’s a 1000 voices talking They are all speaking to me, I think that’s why I feel happy and sad at the same time Maybe I could shut them up by ending myself But I still got a lot to do I still didn’t prove them wrong I still want to have things I’ve dreamt about How can I be passionate about someone When no one is passionate about me I feel like the loneliness is corrupting my thoughts If I had a shoulder to lean on right now, someone who understands me, I would at least have a little comfort Can I be loud in my head, since there’s no singular to judge me People left me, but they are doing better now, I’m jealously happy for them, no I'm not