I’ve lost so much sleep
mistaking your voice in my ear for the voice in my head.
Your guilt stacked against me,
convinced that I’d bend.
I just rolled over and prayed for the end.
What chance do I have when you expect me to fail before I even begin?
Your exceptions can't take me out.
I'm done betting against myself.
I won’t be doomed by you.
I won't be doomed.
You had caught in a tide of self doubt
swimming against your current but I won’t fucking drown.
I can see you for what you’ve become
so don’t wonder why you’re left with no one.
What chance do I have when you expect me to fail before I even begin?
Your narrow predictions won't take me down.
I'm done betting against myself.
I won’t be doomed by you.
I won't be doomed.
You made me believe that this was about me
when the truth is, you fucking coward, you don’t have what it takes.