Ego Death
Annabelle Oyler
Who else would I pretend to be
My expectations exceeded my reality
I asked the best of you
You left me high and dry
I gave my shit to you
The three thirty drives
Oh why
This waste of space
It's never late
I'll never take
The ones you hate
I don't know why
But it's haunting me
This ego death
Is the best of me
Take the time to find the way
They have it easier
Just find it for your sake
Pressure's holding me down
I'm diggin' deep
But I'm still in my own hell
