[Instrumental] [Verse 1] Phone alarm blares, signaling the morning Waking me up, just like always Thinking ahead, a headache is forming It’s another one of those boring todays [Verse 2] I don't really have the right to complain It's not like I took a step toward change The bare minimum is easier to maintain Even if it never really achieves a thing That’s the thought process that made me pathetic "Poetic depression" ain't a good aesthetic Unsure of exactly where my life is headed Yet I still find the salt in my eyes [Pre-Chorus] Letting out these heavy sighs Procrastination at an all-time high The mirror cracks at my reflection Makes me start to ask the question: Do those hateful words affect me? What am I even to them? [Chorus] Ah, I’m just a joke Oh, it makes me wanna choke All the things they said to me Would you believe it? It’s straight bullshit, man Ah, why is everyone so fake? Oh, why they always gotta hate? On the littlest of things It’s gonna be the death of me [Verse 3] I needed help, just a little Met with a counselor But it was never that simple Wish I had the courage to stand up to them Instead of letting 'em play me like a fiddle Those kids have a knack for leaving souls brittle Too young, too dumb, and so noncommittal But when I stop to think about it... [Verse 4] Trying too hard to fit in left me stuck in between Maybe I was just naive I wanted friends who actually cared Until I realized I wasn’t being fair I wasn’t that likable; I had bad habits too [Breakdown] So I snapped back to reality Understood the capacity To handle the strategy Of avoiding the tragedy The mental drain, rapidly Of my wasted personality Misunderstood morality And never-ending agony Suffering so casually, woah. Pause switch the gravity Because in all actuality This life isn't a fallacy Just had to move naturally It was studying the anatomy Of my individuality That I became a better me For my family And for myself. [Pre-Chorus 2] So I let out one last heavy sigh Procrastination is just part of me Even if it’s flawed ideology I accepted the philosophy, but I’ve got stuff to do So Mom and Dad, be proud of me That I’m finally trying to change. [Chorus] Ah, I might be a joke Oh, it used to make me choke All the things they said to me Would you believe it? I bet you can now Ah, why is everyone so fake? Oh, they're always gonna hate On the littlest of things But it won't be the death of me
