I don't believe in myself as much as I'd like
I still hate myself even when I hold my head up high
Go to sleep depressed at night, wake up with a migraine
Dreams create pictures that tie into a story mislead
And so another fairytale ends and the hero ends up dead
I resent who I was, I spent so much time on changing
But after all, the mirror reveals the same god damn person
You still have your reputation and you still make me sick
I guess nothing matters when you're so desperate to change
No matter what happens, a part of your past always sticks
There's a thin line between conceited and self loath
Sometimes I wonder if its okay to be both
I live in imagination, but a dream is a dream
But one thing stands and it always will be
I hate myself a little more for every person who hates me |
Submission Name: Dreamland
