I wake up heavy, dark clouds in my head,

Every thought feels louder when I’m stuck in my bed.

Half-full glass? Nah, I call it half gone,

Every silver lining looks painted on.

People tell me, "yo just change how you see,”

But my mind’s got a lock, and it won’t give me the key.

The future feels distant, like a flickering light,

I’m shadowboxing hope every day, every night.

I’m a pessimist, but I wish I wasn’t,

Tryin’ to see the beauty, but it feels dishonest.

Always bracing for the worst, yeah, that’s my chest,

But I wanna breathe easy, wanna see the best.

Every win feels fragile, like it might break down,

Every smile feels borrowed, like it won’t stick around.

I keep waiting for the catch, like the joke’s on me,

Like life’s got a script and I missed my scene.

But I’m tired of the weight, tired of the fear,

Tired of the voice whisperin’ doom in my ear.

If I could change my view, maybe change my fate,

Turn the grey in my mind into brighter shades.

I’m a pessimist, but I wish I wasn’t,

Tryin’ to see the beauty, but it feels dishonest.

Always bracing for the worst, yeah, that’s my chest,

But I wanna breathe easy, wanna see the best.

So I’ll write these bars ‘til I feel some light,

Even if it’s small, even if it’s slight.

Maybe one day I’ll laugh at the twist,

And meet the optimist I always wished exists.

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