I still feel like a fucking disappointment
Body bursting at the joints
And I been struggling to learn
That all this fighting's fucking pointless
Come to terms with my depression
Motivation still regressing
Will I make it to the other side? Confession:

I still question the impression that I make
When I refuse to know my place
I refuse to rise and face all of the problems I create
I'm sitting pretty through a screen
While fucking ugly underneath
Got so much anger in my veins
That goes to waste 'cause I'm weak

Weak and deadly, my body's feeling heavy
My hair is hella mess and my palms stay pretty sweaty
I'm building up a belly soul cold like a yeti
But I made it through another week
So bust out my confetti

Don't celebrate me
Come and aggravate me
I still fucking hate me
So I constantly berate me and deflate me
'Cause all I do is rate me
To whatever self-esteem I have
Turns heel and tries to rape me