(Verse 1)

To be honest, I just wanna feel like myself

Because lately, it's been feeling like I've put him on the shelf

In return for someone I want to be

Someone I thought I should see in me

Somebody else with a braver face

Some other flavour with nicer taste

So, y'know what? Fuck that, it drains me and it pains me

Can't stand to see me, who the fuck do I want to be?

Look in the mirror, see something inadequate

Look at myself, what the fuck is this accident?

Look at my friends, they're all drifting away

It's all my fault at the end of the day

Is writing this song, a glorifying act?

Is it being emotionally open or is it turning doubts to facts?

Is it acting as a release or building it up at its core?

Oh well, I guess I should collect my thoughts and write some more

[Instrumental break]

(Verse 2)

I lead on that I'm so confident and, to a degree, that's factual

But I can never seem to find the words to say that I think that it's really not natural

I've come to find that finding comfort in myself is artifactual

But maybe if I search for long and hard enough, I'll actual-ly

Figure out myself and I'll settle my mental health

It's not all that surprising but I find death paralysing

Thinking about it in bed, i always ask myself 'why night?'

Well, i guess, because, like life, it's finite