Every fucking 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