I have no reason to care.

I try to act as normal,
and spend ages on my hair;
but I don’t have the energy to look so formal,
I have no reason to care

I will wear whatever’s closest,
and walk slowly out the door;
I need to be, to myself at least, more honest,
as my feet drag along the dull, old, floor

I used to be quite smart,
if I do say so myself;
but now my mental health,
mirrors my aching heart.