[Intro – fast drum fill + distorted guitar slide] HEY! (HEY!) Let’s go! ------------------------------------------------------ [Verse 1 – palm-muted guitars, quick vocals] Woke up scrolling, doing damage, comparing lives like a total savage. Everyone’s perfect on my cracked-ass phone, but it’s all fake plastic—yeah, I should’ve known. Every little flaw feels ten feet tall, 'cause I’m grading myself against nothing at all. And every doubt echoing in my head? It’s me versus me — and I’m getting misled. [Pre-Chorus – guitars open up] I’m sick of chasing lies I built myself, stacking my worth on a broken shelf. ------------------------------------------------------ [Chorus – anthemic, shoutable] Hurting myself, hurting myself, kicking my pride off the bottom shelf. Hurting myself, hurting myself— why’d I believe anybody else? But I’m done, I’m done, breaking the spell, kicking these voices straight back to hell. Hurting myself, hurting myself— NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE— no more hurting myself! ------------------------------------------------------ [Verse 2 – drums driving, melody playful] They say stand out, then say “blending's cool,” they say “don’t try hard,” then “don’t be a fool.” Every damn rule contradicts the last— society patch notes always come in trash. But I'm done trying to fit their frame, tired of losing at somebody's game. If I’m gonna fail, it'll be my way— middle finger up while I seize the day. [Pre-Chorus] These stupid standards never felt like mine, so screw that noise — I’ll draw my own line. ------------------------------------------------------ [Chorus – repeat bigger] Hurting myself, hurting myself, kicking my pride off the bottom shelf. Hurting myself, hurting myself— why’d I believe anybody else? But I’m done, I’m done, breaking the spell, kicking these voices straight back to hell. Hurting myself, hurting myself— NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE— no more hurting myself! ------------------------------------------------------ [Verse 3 – half-time first 4 bars, then explodes] Yeah, you’re good at math — congrats, that’s sweet, but hand you a mic? I’ll steal that seat. You crush the gym — cool, flex those gains, I write worlds with electric brains. We’re different flames in different fights, no wrong ways to shine our lights. So why’d I compare what doesn’t align? Your win’s yours — and my win’s mine. [Pre-Chorus] I’m done pretending I’m someone else, done throwing punches at my own damn self. ------------------------------------------------------ [Chorus – repeat] Hurting myself, hurting myself, kicking my pride off the bottom shelf. Hurting myself, hurting myself— why’d I believe anybody else? But I’m done, I’m done, breaking the spell, kicking these voices straight back to hell. Hurting myself, hurting myself— NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE— no more hurting myself! ------------------------------------------------------ [Verse 4 – final sprint, anthem vibes] Now I’m learning grace in the mess I’m in, laughing at the flaws I used to call sin. Life’s too short for the self-hate drain— I’m hitting reset, I’m breaking the chain. Got my own beat, got my own yell, I’m done with the lies I used to sell. This time I choose the truth I tell— no more hurting myself, oh well! ------------------------------------------------------ [Final Chorus – gang vocals, high energy] Hurting myself, hurting myself, kicking my pride off the bottom shelf. Hurting myself, hurting myself— why’d I believe anybody else? But I’m done, I’m done, breaking the spell, kicking these voices straight back to hell. Hurting myself, hurting myself— NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE— no more hurting myself! [Outro – drum fill + guitar choke] Let’s gooooo!
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