I don’t see myself like I should

I look so misunderstood

And I wish I could help

But it’s hard when I hate myself

Pray to God with my arms open

If this is it then I feel hopeless

And I wish I could help

But it’s hard when I hate myself:

I walk through the ashes of my passions

Reminiscing with the baggage in my casket

Get lost in the questions I can’t answer

Can’t stand who I am but it don’t matter

We scream to be free but I stay captured

Knee-deep in defeat of my own actions

Feel weak but the peace that I keep lacking

Keep speaking to me but I can’t have it

‘Cause it’s hard when I hate myself.