i m nowhere close to thirty five and im already worried about my hairline it s receding just like my friends the ones who said they d stick around til the end i ve got students loans and no degrees i ve got a dead end job i m scared nobody likes me this anxiety tears me to shreds which brings me right back to the hairs on my head they re falling out it feels like i m falling down stuck in a rut and no one can help me out i just wanna feel good enough i know i m rough around the edges but i m trying to be the best that i can be i just wanna make you proud dont wanna let anybody down i wanna prove im something it s driving me crazy well you can color me considerate but youve got to be kidding my hair s falling out and the certainly needs fixing life s so hard hope it gets better so sick of this cloudy weather and if misery loves company then why am i so anxious when i m lonely i just want someone to see the best in me whats left in me when i m finally good enough when i finally shape my edges up i ll still be trying i ll still be trying