# 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

Lost (what IM good for) 2.0