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