Dead Inside

I don't have money for hair extensions
Or clear skin, kept in perfection
Mama says I don't have a direction
But maybe it's 'cause I got no connections

I'm so tired of all the protection
But then I realize that I hate rejection
Fuck the fame and all the attention
But I wanna be at the top of the selection

I'm scared of who I wanna be
I'm pullin' at the bottoms of my sleeves
And everybody's watchin' me
I feel their glare inside my feet
And I, feel dead inside

My head is clocked with fears and doubts
But I know that I'll figure it out
Metaphoric hands on my mouth
Sound's on mute, but I wanna shout
Fuck the fame, and all the clout
I need to know what I'm about

I'm scared of who I wanna be
Drenched in alcohol, smells like this
These crazy times are killing me
Isolated broken dreams
And I, oh I, feel dead inside

Standing at my front door
But we've been down this road before
You're beautiful in every way
But your flaws are not okay
You're the reason why
I'm dead inside