The battle in my head, it feels eternal
Reminds me of the times I used to journal
I wonu0027t sell my soul, this is a contract
Circled it a thousand times just to pound that

Anything I could to suspend the disbelief
Of my worthlessness to a God who wouldnu0027t speak
Should I put the blame on Him? I donu0027t know
All I know is it feels like Iu0027m losinu0027 all control and itu0027s

Getting to me, itu0027s getting to me
All these words that I seep from my soul
I havenu0027t recorded in so long
These verses that Iu0027m jotting down are starting to get old

The only thing that makes me feel alive now
Is when I reach heights or do a new show
Validates my work and it boosts my ego
When I get off a phone call with one of my heroes

I canu0027t remember the last time that I smiled or felt excited
When I released my own single
Like I only care if itu0027s in front of a thousand people
Like I didnu0027t lose it all when my car went and got repou0027d

Iu0027m way too young to feel like an old soul
Iu0027m way too numb to be feelinu0027 so broke
I feel so strung, my confidence is low
I reminisce to when I gave a fuck about my goals

A fuck about the art
A fuck about the fame
A fuck about the charts
A fuck about a thing

Back before videographers asked for my net worth
To tell a story that I wonu0027t make a dime on
Back before money was a thing
And the only thing I wanted was a stage with more time on
Searchin for a reason to live
Iu0027m beyond one
But for a reason to get outta bed?
I canu0027t find one

I canu0027t find one
I canu0027t find one