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