I'm A Looser Baby

I always fuck up, don't i? Every friendship, every relationship, one of my personality flaws comes screaming out and i'm stuck slowly screwing over all the good things in my life.
Ever think i need to just grow the hell up? Cause i certainly do. There's a kind of hurt that only comes when i realize no one sees me how i see myself. I feel trapped under glass, squashed for analysis.
And i'm fucking passing out cause i can't sleep anymore. Every dream is just a waiting thought, just another something to make me question why the hell it is that i'm here.
I type with my eyes closed just to see if the words will come out.