I hurt myself trying to get to you
I hurt myself tryna find the proof
Reasons to slide for you
I hurt in silence I can’t make a move
I hurt in private can I vent to you
When can I pass this mood
I hate this feeling of drowning when can I save myself
I novel pain but I learned to align it on a shelf
Pressing buttons I like to play these games on myself
Extraditing the mirror image that kept me held
I broke my image tryna heal for you
I undervalue what I meant to you
My conscious sold the truth
I never meant to get ahold of you
I hurt when feeling like I’m holding you
My heart ain’t bulletproof
I hate the feeling of love when it’s not reciprocated
Why do I push to be perfect and not appreciated
I ridicule all support cause it seems abbreviated
I check the bases and home is where all my patience plated
I hurt myself because I know the truth and never see it
That is why I’m always feeling stuck with cuts and steady bleeding
Forced to settle down with broken promises and missing pieces
Searching for a puzzle in a place that seems to void the sequence
I hurt myself tryna hide the truth
I hurt myself tryna blind the view
My past is more than proof
I never meant to take a piece of you
I hate conclusions that you always drew
My pain was new to you
I hate the feeling of falling I’ll never save myself
Why do I fight for the people who’ll never lend the help
Pressing buttons I like to play these games on myself
Extraditing the self reflection that never helped
I’m hurting
I’m fucking hurting