# FUCK YOUR SYMPATHY ### [INTRO] *Vinyl crackle. Distorted breathing. One guitar note ringing.* They told me I needed help. They told me I needed saving. They told me I needed somebody to feel sorry for me. ... **Fuck that.** *Drums explode.* --- ### [VERSE 1] Don't look at me like I'm some tragedy waiting to happen, I survived every chapter that was written in the blackness, Every time they thought I'd fold, I came back with more aggression, Now they wanna call it strength like they witnessed every second. Where the fuck were you when I was buried in the pressure? Where the fuck were you when I was drowning in depression? Where the fuck were you when I was begging for direction? Now you wanna stand beside me like you helped me find the exit? Nah. Don't put your pity on me, I don't need your sympathy, I know exactly what I been through, You don't need to mention it to me. You see scars, I see history. You see damage, I see victory. You see someone that needs saving, I see someone that kept his dignity. I don't want your fucking hand If you're reaching down to look at me, I don't want your "I'm so sorry" Like you're somehow above me. I've been judged by people who have never walked a mile In the shoes that I was wearing while I learned to fake a smile. --- ### [PRE-CHORUS] *Melodic, restrained* Don't tell me you understand... If you weren't there. Don't tell me I'm broken... When you don't know what broke me. --- ### [CHORUS] # **FUCK YOUR SYMPATHY!** Don't feel sorry for me, Don't put your pity on me, I don't need your fucking tears To validate what I survived. # **FUCK YOUR SYMPATHY!** I don't need you rescuing me, I crawled out of the fire With the fucking flames behind me. If I fall, I'll get back up. If I break, I'll build again. You don't have to save me... **I KNOW HOW THIS ENDS.** --- ### [VERSE 2] *Faster rap-metal flow* I got a history of misery that made me resilient, Every injury invisible, every scar insignificant To people that weren't living it, But every single minute of it Was etched into my memory permanently. So don't lecture me about the things that I should've done, You weren't underneath the pressure when the pressure made me numb, You weren't fighting with the demons when they told me I was done, You weren't carrying the weight when I was barely holding up. Everybody loves the comeback, nobody loves the climb, Everybody loves the glow but never asks about the grind, Everybody sees the finished product, never sees the time That it took to turn the pieces of a broken life to mine. I don't need an explanation, I don't need congratulations, I don't need an invitation To participate in conversations About a life you never faced. I don't need your validation. I've been called too angry, too difficult, too damaged, Too emotional, too reckless, too fucking hard to manage, But maybe all that anger was the language I was handed, And I'm finally translating every word into a weapon. --- ### [CHORUS] # **FUCK YOUR SYMPATHY!** Don't feel sorry for me, Don't put your pity on me, I don't need your fucking tears To validate what I survived. # **FUCK YOUR SYMPATHY!** I don't need you rescuing me, I crawled out of the fire With the fucking flames behind me. If I fall, I'll get back up. If I break, I'll build again. You don't have to save me... **I KNOW HOW THIS ENDS.** --- ### [BRIDGE] *Everything cuts.* You know what? I'm tired... *Tense guitar begins.* ...of being treated like my pain is the only thing worth knowing about me. I'm more than what happened to me. More than my mistakes. More than my anger. More than my scars. *Drums build.* And if you can't see that... **THAT'S YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM!** --- ### [VERSE 3] *Explosive technical delivery* I turned every accusation into ammunition, Every limitation into motivation, Every confrontation into education, Every complication into elevation. You can criticize the person that I was, But don't confuse that with the person that I am, I got blood inside my veins and I got fire in my lungs, And I'm finally understanding I don't owe you who I've become. I made mistakes. I own 'em. I hurt people. I know it. I got demons. I fought 'em. Still got some? I'm growing. You don't get to take my worst days And define my whole existence, You don't get to call me broken Just because you saw the fragments. Every piece that I collected Had a purpose in the making, Every crack inside the foundation Made the structure more amazing. So if you came to feel sorry for me... You came to the wrong fucking place. I'm not asking for forgiveness. I'm not begging for acceptance. I'm just standing in the wreckage With my middle finger raised. --- ### [BREAKDOWN] *Guitars stop.* **YOU WANT TO FEEL SORRY FOR ME?!** *BOOM.* **FEEL SORRY FOR THE PERSON I COULD'VE BEEN!** *BOOM.* **'CAUSE I'M NOT THAT PERSON ANYMORE!** *BOOM.* **I SURVIVED IT!** *BOOM.* **I OWN IT!** *BOOM.*
