Small Fish کے بول

Sometime, sadness feels like fate I just can't appreciate when things are going great Until after the fact When the present is a stress Untangling all this in my head I can find solutions just to find it hard again Sometimes it's not the circumstance I think it's just the way I think Imposter syndrome for the misery It's like I've chosen it When I know I should feel joy And I should show some gratitude I feel a thought blockade And I feel I can't improve Many years like this now When I thought that it would change But my brain did not stop taunting me Some things just stay the same And I feel guilt when I express it So I just won't let it out There are bigger fish to fry Than reoccurring self-doubt So I guess this is the Crux Of why I cringe at myself When there seems to be no trigger For my poor mental health So if I try to write sad songs Then I have to write disclaimers When I'm not sure if I'm sad Or if I'm just a complainer