Growing up I couldn’t be myself (be myself)

Showin  up to school and I just really hate myself

Fake  smile now they all just wanna laugh at me

I’m creative I’m not sorry I work differently

All the normies wanna tell me what I shouldn’t do

Imma  tell them how I feel and what I should pursue

Deep  down it hurts to know you never thought I’d make it here

Now I moved out NYC not for the fame but not to dissapear

You  know I’ll be alright

I got nobody by my side and I don’t got a plan in sight

Flying high I wanna go right up into the light

But I’m too scared I might just fall into the dark and die

Everyone  can go and point their fingers right at me

But when I make a sound the whole world seems to turn on me

Seems like no matter what I do I am the bad guy

I’m not religious but at night I pray right to the sky