autobiography

I'm reading your autobiography
such excitement I never did see
I guess I should feel jealousy
'cause nothing ever happens to me
except loneliness and pain and stress
what I would do to see success
instead all I am is depressed
trying to measure up to second best
it's all a mess
my fault I guess
it's not that I don't try my best
I put in the work
but it still don't work
nothing ever works