Every fucking day,
I have to deal with the pressure I put on myself, to outdo myself.
But I can't ask for help,
I can't admit I'm weak.

I'm going back on my words,
I'm going back on who I used to be.
I can't take it anymore.
Every day I wage a war on myself because

I'd rather die than let this win over me.
I can't let this win over me.
How can I be expected to help anyone else,
When I can't even help myself?

Call me a hypocrite and I'll be the first one to agree.
I am no longer the prophet I once claimed to be.
I'm stuck between trying to find where I stand,
And what it is I stand for.
I am no one.