[Verse 1 — Extended / Technical] I’m the self-sabotage sage, stage-fright with a brave face, Tryna outrun my own shadow but it gave chase. Every dream I ever planted grew in grave space, I’m the specialist of fallin’ in the same place— same place, same place, Echoes in my braincase. My life’s a comic strip, except the joke’s on me, I’m the ghost of every goal I thought I’d grow to be. I keep scrollin’ through my failures like they’re posts to read, Even my hopes ghost me—like, “bro, go cope, you’re weak.” I’m the prince of pessimistic premonitions, With a pessimism rhythm in my repetition engine. Every mission that I’m hittin’ splits in indecision, Like I’m glitchin’ on a vision that I can’t transition. I’m a walking contradiction, constant conflict in my diction, Got a thousand inner critics in a council of convictions. When I talk, it’s like I’m auctionin’ my thoughts at an addiction, Tryna buy a better version of myself on low commission. I’m the king of comebacks that never came back, I’m the “almost-did-it” wizard with a cursed name tag. If life’s a lesson, I’m the lecture that they skip in the class, ’Cause I spit truth so raw it leaves a rip in the mask. I’m laughin’ at my pain like it’s a personal brand, While my trauma taps rhythms with a surgical hand. I’m the man with a plan to watch my plans collapse, And still rap circles ’round the hurt like I’m takin’ a lap. ’Cause maybe happiness is fake and misery’s prime, So I rewind, redesign, redefine my decline. Life’s a punchline, maybe I’m the joke by design— But at least the rhyme scheme’s fire when I choke on the line. [Pre-Chorus] Tell me why the tears taste bittersweet? Tell me why defeat feels so complete? If pain’s the only thing I keep— Then maybe that’s the beat beneath my feet. [Chorus] So tell me, is life supposed to hurt like this? Is the point of being human just to learn we’re dismissed? If I’m sad by design, then I’m fine with the grind, ’Cause the pain in my spine keeps me sharp in my mind. Yeah, the world’s gonna break me, remake me, reshape me— Push me to the edge just to dare me to chase me. If I’m sad by design, then I’m fine with the climb, ’Cause the cracks in my life keep the rhythm in line. [Verse 2 — Overextended / Double Technical] I’m the master of disaster with a handcrafted collapse, Got a PhD in screwin’ up and failin’ at that. I’m the architect of stress in every breath that I’m passin’, Buildin’ castles out of ashes like a self-taught assassin. Every chapter of my path is like a tragic attraction, Chain-reactin’ through the past with a spectacular fracture. I’m actin’ like I’m active but I’m actually passive, Fightin’ battles in my attic where my habits are massive. I’m the titan of tightenin’ vices, slicin’ my psyche, I’m likely to write these crises nightly ’til they bite me. My mind is a minefield lined with blind infancy, Find me in rewind where I define inefficiency. I self-loathe in slow-mo, solo in a promo, Fo-mo for a life I never lived—what a no-show. I’m the proto-type of “almost,” overdose on my own ghosts, Boast about my growth until I choke on old quotes. I weaponize regret with every breath that I get, It’s like I sweat second-guessin’—man, I’m drenched in the debt. I’m upset but I laugh, like it’s a sketch that I read, ’Cause even misery’s a melody when fed to a beat. I’m the anti-hero zero, built from fear in the mirror, Hearin’ clearer every year that my career disappears. But I steer through the tears like I’m geared to the smear— If life’s a tragedy, I’m here to volunteer for the premiere. ’Cause in the end maybe destiny is pressin’ me intentionally, Testin’ me aggressively to mess with me incessantly. If sadness is my recipe, the best of me’s the entropy, And everything that’s left of me’s a weapon shaped in memory. So I rise to the rhythm of the broken and tired, Turn my pain into propane for the bars I ignite here. Maybe life ain’t meant to shine, maybe darkness inspires, And maybe I’m just engineered to spit truth out of fire. [Pre-Chorus — Repeat] Tell me why the tears taste bittersweet? Tell me why defeat feels so complete? If pain’s the only thing I keep— Then maybe that’s the beat beneath my feet. [Chorus — Repeat] So tell me, is life supposed to hurt like this? (“like this—like this”) Is the point of being human just to learn we’re dismissed? (“dismissed… yeah”) If I’m sad by design, then I’m fine with the grind, (“fine with it—fine with it”) ’Cause the pain in my spine keeps me sharp in my mind. (“stay sharp… stay sharp”) Yeah, the world’s gonna break me, remake me, reshape me— (“break me—make me—shape me”) Push me to the edge just to dare me to chase me. (“keep going… don’t stop”) If I’m sad by design, then I’m fine with the climb, (“climb, climb, climb”) ’Cause the cracks in my life keep the rhythm in line. (“hold the line… hold the line”)
