Lost (what IM good for) 2.0

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# Verse 1
Can't seem to find my fucking motivation, peace of mind *(worthless)*
Caught between wanting nothing and the urge to shine *(you won't)*
Body wants to stay in bed, mind screams "get outside" *(lazy piece of shit)*
Took years to realize the voice in my head's gonna be my suicide *(do it)*
This conscience of mine, so goddamn vicious by design
Swear nobody understands these twisted thoughts that I confine *(they never will)*
Got wings that could fly, potential in my prime *(you're lying to yourself)*
Yet I watch as days fade and time just fucking passes by *(waste of life)*
# Chorus
They don't hear the voice inside my head *(kill yourself)*
Can't explain these feelings that I dread *(you deserve this pain)*
Self-hatred comes so easy instead *(because you're trash)*
While loving me's a battle never fucking won *(you'll always lose)*
So fuck designer labels one by one *(broke ass loser)*
These rags from the floor are all I've become *(pathetic)*
Everyone I love leaves in the end *(they hate you)*
A pattern I can't break, can't pretend *(it's your fault)*
# Verse 2
Self-aware enough to see my friends ain't real friends *(nobody likes you)*
They'll stab me in my fucking back when the facade ends *(just wait)*
At least they got decency to front like it's all cool (fake smiles)
While I'm sinking in quicksand, feeling like a goddamn fool *(drowning)*
Not expecting anyone to reach out their hand *(they won't)*
Gotta save my damn self, "like a real man" they'd demand *(you can't)*
Sounds like shit my Pops would say if he cared to stay *(he left you)*
But he made his bed, and now it's way too fucking late *(abandoned)*
# Verse 3
Teaching myself everything I need to fucking know *(never enough)*
To relate to everyone who watched half their parents go *(daddy issues)*
Controlling all this hate that continues to grow *(consume you)*
Yeah, I know these friends ain't shit, it's just for show *(all fake)*
They'll take the first chance to put me six feet in the dirt *(die alone)*
Talk behind my back, message my exes, spread the hurt *(they laugh at you)*
Whispering that I'm better off fucking dead *(they're right)*
But it's on me 'cause I knew they weren't real from the start (your fault)
# Chorus
They don't hear the voice inside my head (inside my head)
Can't explain these feelings that I dread (that I dread)
Self-hatred comes so easy instead (easy instead)
While loving me's a battle never won (never won)
So fuck designer labels one by one (one by one)
These rags from the floor are all I've become (all I've become)Everyone I love leaves in the end (in the end)A pattern I can't break, can't pretend (can't pretend)
# Outro
Ironic how it's easier to tell myself I ain't worth shit
Than face the truth that I might just be worth it
Easier to drown in self-hatred so deep
Than admit I deserve the peace I seek
Trying to silence these thoughts keeps me awake
Fighting demons while my confidence breaks
But maybe one day I'll shut it down
The Voices that hold me down