Underhanded

I'm stressed and I'm tired and I'm old
My life didn't turn out the way it should have
and I guess I'm bitter.

I'm 25 and alone
and I leave a light shining into my room
I guess it's just better.

I'm the fool that I tried so hard not to be
I'm the jerk that I was afraid was how I'm seen
I'm the loser that won a noteworthy lie
I'm an empty heart with little left of a try

And I need to be seen
and I need to be heard
I don't think that I'm bright enough
I don't think that I'm loud enough