Concealed The Outro

[Verse 1] My father used to tell me I was nothing more than worthless A stupid motherfucker that would live without a purpose Threw my thoughts up on the page So I could try to prove him wrong And every time I write a song I reminisce about the pain That I'm repressing in my brain So I don't have to feel alone And I've been living with depression So I wonder how this shit really begins Uncomfortable with the thoughts the vision of how it is I've been working on this record for a minute Still I feel like nothing that I do is good enough My insecurities are premonice So they would seep into into music And it's funny when other people see you pain is amusing Abusing any appeal and numbing the way I feel To the point my reality is the farthest thing from real The only thing I needed was a little piece of love And I couldn't find that in people so I was seeking it in drugs And I wanted to be the greatest And instead I was facing the truth But the fact of the matter is that I'm losing it What's the use? And I know I'm sounding repetitive lack