‘What am I meant to do?‘

When I’m sitting here in despair; driving shaky fingers through my hair, ‘cause the world has let me down!
And Life forbids me to thrive; yet, the f****r won’t let me drown! ...how can I fix this frown?

When I need warm arms, those miracle charms which sooth the heart when it’s blue... and I end up thinking of you! But you’re flying free! ...Not even thinking of me!
What Am I meant to do?

I gave up so long ago, and it probably shows! I have no strength to fight, or even take flight!
But this damn soul won’t die; somewhere inside it persistently glows!

It’s clear, I don’t have what it takes, to see this life through, but I’m Just too gutless to cut it true!
Help me! Or free me! Cuz this can’t be fixed with no glue!

I tried to do it for them, and for you, yet I can’t even do it for myself! ... now I’ve long been on the dusty shelf!
My final resting place, for sure!
Yeah I know!.. I could climb up, dust-off and march back through that door!

But why should I, yet again?
...just set myself up for failure and ridicule, over & over! ... like a fool! Nah, I can’t handle the pain!

Please help me! Please, give me a clue!!
I’ve cried-out time & time again...what am I meant to do???