Eventually Great

When I was a kid I was excited as can be
The world was my oyster I could do anything
I think that was due to my uncertainty
Because the more I figure out who I happen to be
I get more stressed and I get more depressed
And I lose more and more hours of rest
And I always feel like I'm an unwelcome guest
On the surface of the earth's chest
So I write suicide notes and put them over chords and call them songs
And I'm starting to hate the things I once adored
So why do I bother at all?
But there is not enough time to feel stressed and depressed and be filled with self-hate
I need to start making my life better and eventually great