Letter 2 Myself - Denace

I wanna write you, yeah you

The guy behind the pen, writing this song, reciting it again

I never liked you, cause you was never like me

You was always trying to impress others like fuck it, just bite me

But deep down your soul is crushing inside me

And all I can think of is what really really defines me

Your true self is something you can’t deal with

So you put up a front, walk around like you don’t feel shit

And ass-faking, I don’t like it, I despise it

So be real with yourself as I write this

And then it might just sink right into your mind sense

You’re losing people around you, can’t find friends?

Of course you can’t, you’re hard headed

Too smart for your own good, a sharp headache

Most people hate you, you’re like five Simons in one Dennis

Do you hear me, huh, Denace?

I don’t like the fact that you keep me hidden

On top of that, you’re an act just to fit in

This ain’t really what I wanted for you, not my vision

Your friends made you what you are, really think I’m kidding?

Listen D, you’re drowning me inside this misery

Maybe if you didn’t lock me inside like you did to me

I wouldn’t hurt you if you didn’t keep on hitting me

By bottling everything inside, are you sick of me?

Well I am sick of you, this is why I pick at you

Look at you, look inside this fucking mirror and tell me

That it ain’t clear that you’re alone and you can’t bear

The fact that everyone around you is going somewhere

And you’re stuck here dazed with a blank stare

Your stress is killing you, is that a grey strand of hair?

Watch as life passes by as you’re standing there

In line at the hospital waiting for medicare

As you sit there and you’re writing on this third verse

I manifest in symptoms to show you that I hurt worse

I’m giving you exactly what you’re giving me

You wanna live then you gotta start living free

You gotta be yourself, put aside that someone else

Take the mask off and deal the hands that you were fucking dealt

Don’t be ashamed of the person that you are

Don’t be so tense and strung up like this guitar

You’re having an identity crisis

Come on, get a grip Denace, you got me in you, let’s fight this

Dr. Jekyl, mister don’t go and hide this

We can do it together, come on, fight bitch!

Come on and bring me out and keep me out

For people to see me now, this is what it’s about

Come on the time is now so stop hiding out

Pop the cork or break the fucking bottle now!