I feel pretty bad about myself
But thats a given
I put myself back on the shelf when I be feeling timid, and that shits all the time
I just wonder why my personality chicken, when i just wanna be wicked
Could someone please just help me out this time, i swear i'll pay you back
I need the self esteem for mine, if only you could be so kind
Looking in my rear view, but all i see is you
A portrait of myself, and everything i used to do
You would feel the same with all theses demons standing near you
Damn my stomach hurts and i'm just tryna leave the room
It's hard not to think that all my happiness consumed
Damn, what the f*ck did i do?
I choke under pressure, and i swim in my sorrow
I feel no balance in my feelings, just a kid from tomorrow
I feel the talents in my skin, but i'm not sure what to make of it
Maybe if i play with it, i could think about making it
Why does it take so much to say whats on my mind
Why do other people make me feel like i can't unwind
The thoughts of other people are on my mind like all the time
Like what the f*ck they think of me? are they thinking viciously?
Or do they have some sympathy? speaking with me willingly?
Or is it just civility? cause they feel sorry for me
F*ck