Satisfied

My stomach's empty, but not my head

Feeling guilty for what I said

Just know–it's not from you, my dear

I promise that the skies are gonna clear

I'm numb, but I'm not dead inside

I don't know when I'll be satisfied

And I wonder, why even try?

I don't know, if I'll be satisfied

(yeah)

Sometimes, nothing's going well

And no one's buying what you sell

You find it hard to show and tell

You don't want your friends to know

You're going through hell

I'm numb, but I'm not dead inside (I'm not dead inside)

I don't know when I'll be satisfied (when I'll be satisfied)

And I wonder, why even try? (why even try sometimes?)

I don't know, if I'll be satisfied