Has This Hit?

(Dimly man I'm not calling you) Another disappointed soul Well I try I try to keep it in control Well I I will end up on the dole It's my life And now fall into it I go Well Blue, you've got me on the go So don't worry You'll never know Your eyes Are never cold To me Well at least that's what I was told Girl You made My dreams come true It's all a clue It's all for you Myself is still eighteen In cue And it's all That I want to do I know when I look into the sky There is no meaning And I'm the only one believing That there's nothing to believe in I'm dreaming My aspirations got a ceiling And now I'm constantly cleaning The skies you're dealing Well my guts are on the floor For you to adore me And all I can be See What I say On the horizon The skies are grey The skies are grey Has this hit Aah has this hit Well I'm tired every night Some things never seem quite right I'm never fully content I wish it were and went Well, for one If you're kind Then people are cunts They pull stunts To stunt your progress I know it's slow to digest The way you're inside stress You're not blessed You're definitely not blessed I don't deserve history repeating itself Always see myself getting picked up and left back on the shelf Again and again Again and again You're not my pen You're my paper You're not my heart You're its breaker You're its breaker You're its breaker You're its breaker You're its breaker