It isn't easy being me
As hard as that is for you to believe it to be
I've got snakes and backstabbers following me around
Fights and haters always coming around
Jealousy and hating becomes a new factor
New people always to come and back stab you
I'm me but they come knocking at my door
No time to worry as still they want more
Every day is a test yes I'm trying to do the best
I'm struggling with every single breath
Fighting even when I'm wishing for death
Your breaking it I'm not faking it
I shake at the thought of making it
Why are people always playing with me?
I'm not a game guess people see what they want to see
Getting mad at me?
Carry on I'll let you be
All this hating I haven't got the time
Can't you see I've got enough stress on my mind?
Sit alone in this place drinking without a care
Talking out loud to you like you really there
Stronger and brighter I'm coming through
Yes even me I get lonely too
But carry on I must
I guess there's really in no one you can trust
Think this is easy? Being me?
If only you could take my place and see
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