I.D.K.W.I.F.L

I like to make my life harder than it should be
And hide under tables and hope that no-one sees
Things that should matter just don’t make sense to me
I say «I'm sorry» before I even speak
And I don’t know what it feels like to be certain in my mind
Or satisfied
And it feels like
I don’t know what it feels like
Will I ever grow up to what I’m supposed to be?
Cause now I’m more anxious than I have ever been
For someone so careful I do some reckless things
I’m saying «sorry» before I even speak
And I don’t know what it feels like to be certain in my mind
Or satisfied
And it feels like
I don’t know what it feels like
If I can’t depend on my common sense then I’m two kinds of blind
I don’t know what it feels like
I don’t know what it feels like
I am torn
I am torn
I become a waste of time
And I become a waste of time
I am I am I am I am I am I am I am
What it feels like
I don’t know what it feels like