Everybody has their private world where they can be alone.
I'm just so fucking depressed I just can't seem to get of this slump.
If I could just get over this hump, but I need something to pull me out this dump.
I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down and I got right back up,
but I need that spark to get psyched.
I don't know how, or why, or when, I ended up being in the position I'm in.
I'm starting to feel distant again so I decided just to pick this pen up and try to make an attempt to vent.
And I know some shit so hard to swallow but I just can't sit back and wallow in my own sorrow,
but I know one fact: I'll be one tough act to follow.
In my shoes, just to see what it's like to be me.
I'll be you, let's trade shoes,
just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain, you'll feel mine
go inside each other's minds.
Just to see what we find, look at shit through each other's eyes.
Gettin this stress that's been eatin me recently off of this chest
and I rest again peacefully.
But at least have the decency in you to leave me alone,
I don't know you and no, I don't owe you a motherfucking thing.
I'm not what your friends think, I'm not Mrs. Friendly!
I can be a prick.
If you tempt me my tank is on empty, no patience is in me
and if you offend me, I'm liftin you 10 feet.. in the air
I don't care who is there and who saw me destroy you.
I'm tired of all you.
I don't mean to be mean but that's all I can be, it's just me.
I don't know, it's just the way I am!
And I think I’m starting to lose my sense of humor, everything's so tense and gloomy.
Feel like it's like all eyes on me, I try to avoid any eye contact
cause if I do that, then it opens a door for conversation, like I want that!
I'm not looking for extra attention, so why don't you all sit down, listen to the tale I'm about to tell..
And all this controversy circles me and it seems like everybody immediately points a finger at me,
so I put one back at them too,
and it's the one you put up when you don't give a fuck and you won't just live with the bullshit they pull.
But I'm glad cause they feed me the fuel I need for the fire to burn,
and it's burning, I have returned.
Here today, gone tomorrow,
but you'd have to walk a thousand miles.
And sometimes I wish that I would just die or get fired
cause I don't have the patience to deal with these idiots who think I'm some hipster who tries to be someone.
So they keep askin the same fuckin questions: how old am I, what music do I listen to, the why, the who, what then, the where and the how
'till I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearing it out,
cause they're driving me crazy.. I can't take it.
I'm racin, I'm pacin, I stand and I sit,
And I'm thankful for every stupid thing that I get,
But I can't take a SHIT, and you can call me an asshole, I'm glad.
CAUSE I AM WHATEVER YOU SAY I AM!
Be yourself man, be proud of who you are. Don't let anyone tell you, you ain't beautiful.
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you.✌
