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.