| What the fuck is wrong with me?
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| I feel like the enemy of myself
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| I just need some room to breathe
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| I’m hanging off the edge, think I need help
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| Think its in my head but I can’t tell
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| Think its in my head, can’t trust myself
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| I can’t do this shit like I used to
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| Really miss the days where it felt brand new
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| But they’re long gone and its okay
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| Take a breathe, realize its a new day
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| I guess, I need to learn to accept change
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| I know someone out there feels the same
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| I can’t handle expectations
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| I have a lot of trouble forming new relations
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| Why do I make everything so complicated?
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| I fucking hate it, I fucking hate it
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| I fucking hate the way my ego inflated
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| It popped like a balloon, now that shit is deflating
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| Sometimes, I question if I’m really creative
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| Sometimes, I just wish I was celebrated
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| I can’t really listen to your shit 'cause its fabricated
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| I really live this shit, bitch, I’ve been up since I graduated
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| Speaking from the heart, none of this has been calculated
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| Lately, I’ve been having so much trouble with motivation and inspiration
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| This shit got too saturated
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| I don’t feel inspired, I just feel overstimulated
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| I hold myself back, don’t wanna be humiliated
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| My influence is under-appreciated, understated
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| I’m so fucking sick of self-medicating
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| Chemicals that need to be regulated
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| Scars on my body, I got bruises and lacerations
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| Be careful what you say, there is implications
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| Need to stay the fuck up off my phone, I get aggravated and irritated
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| Booted off the Cobra, I’m activated
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| Shoutout to my girl, she’s my inspiration
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| I just wanna let you know, you appreciated
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| Often times, I’m feeling disassociated
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| But when I lay in your arms, its alleviated
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| I could go on but I feel like my point has been clearly demonstrated
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| I don’t wanna get off on tangents that’s unrelated
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| What the fuck is wrong with me?
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| I feel like the enemy of myself
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| I just need some room to breathe
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| I’m hanging off the edge, think I need help
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| Think its in my head but I can’t tell
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| Think its in my head, can’t trust myself
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| I can’t do this shit like I used to
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| Really miss the days where it felt brand new
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| But they’re long gone and its okay
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| Take a breathe, realize its a new day
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| I guess, I need to learn to accept change
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| I know someone out there feels the same |