Thought i could fool myself and my demons
with fame and glory
maybe if i create this new identity
tell a new kind of story
To be a winner in this fucked up world
and maybe even fool myself
that i did good for awhile
but was never too sure
if the good would last and for how long
then it all came crashing down
my mind full of chaos
with violence in my heart
didn’t know who or where i was
a stranger looking back at me in the mirror
a stranger in my head
thinking thoughts that didnt feel like mine
feel like i am losing my mind
all this work for nothing
everything feels like a waste of time
went to the gym today but when i got there
decided to go back home immediately
hated seeing people there alpha bros and ig sluts
wannabes that meant nothing to me
walked outside and looked for signs
but all i saw were all the years that have been
so damn unkind to my lies
couldn’t find any song on my ipod that i liked
suddenly my whole life felt unbearable inside
had hatred in my heart
didn’t know who or where i was
a stranger looking back at me in the mirror
when all you see is darkness
light becomes a cruel joke
you don’t quite get but laugh anyway
just to fit in and be part of the gang
places change as people change
always been a fool for fame
but maybe this time can just get back
to the city life and give back
to the pigeons, poets, preachers
who come out at night
to sing the songs
of the street light
thought i could fool myself and my demons
with more money
but the more i found out
i started to find this fame shit
kinda boring