Scared I’m not doing enough again
Devil got the upper hand
Running in circles, don’t know anything other than
You should see the gymnastics that my mind loves
Justifying, fronting, keeping the facade up
All you see is Mr. Positive, and that’s my fault        
Nothing heals the pain like putting in the time does
Learn to love the process but that’s another day
Save the chit chat, sometimes I need some fucking space
I chose a role I felt gifted for
Because I listen well, thought that I could fix it all
Chose the harder path when it was easy not to get involved
Wanted it so bad, didn’t know how much I was taking on
Damn
Had to let my family fall
I couldn’t be the foundation they were leaning on
Sacrificed my sanity to give them what they want
I think who I’m becoming now is outgrowing these walls
And outgrowing my friends, and outgrowing the judgement that I’ve felt since I began
I know its self-imposed but look how much it's influenced
The way I walk around and how I let these people in
Don’t take it personally if you’re not in resonance
My people-pleaser days are finally coming to an end
Give a fuck if you don’t like the way I talk my shit
Mr. Positive ain’t changing just saying that’s not the only way I live