Every f****** day,
I have to deal with the pressure I put on myself,
to outdo myself.
But I can't ask for help, I can't admit I'm weak.
I'm going back on my words, I'm going back on who I used to be.
I can't take it anymore.
Every day I wage a war on myself because I'd rather die than let this win over me.
I can't let this win over me.
How can I be expected to help anyone else, when I can't even help myself?
Call me a hypocrite and I'll be the first one to agree.
I am no longer the prophet I once claimed to be.
I'm stuck between trying to find where I stand, and what it is I stand for.
I am no one.
I have to deal with the pressure I put on myself,
to outdo myself.
But I can't ask for help, I can't admit I'm weak.
I'm going back on my words, I'm going back on who I used to be.
I can't take it anymore.
Every day I wage a war on myself because I'd rather die than let this win over me.
I can't let this win over me.
How can I be expected to help anyone else, when I can't even help myself?
Call me a hypocrite and I'll be the first one to agree.
I am no longer the prophet I once claimed to be.
I'm stuck between trying to find where I stand, and what it is I stand for.
I am no one.