By Dawn Video (MV)

Slits open, back feels broken
Feel broke in, thoughts already outspoken
Stories and memoirs that will never accompany my breath
Careful because these words bring life and death

Put on my make up, put on my disguise
My feelings, emotions and content chastise
Broken frames lay with hollow faces
I don't know why I follow empty spaces

I don't know I'm always digging down
Searching for the bed in which I will then drown
Digging for answers of who I'm supposed to be
Digging for answers that aren't as disappointing

And I never wanted to work this job
It's a novel I was thrown into titled miserable'
But if I don't have a choice and I don't have a voice
Then I don't see a reason to rejoice

Mecca's my home, Mecca's my identity
It holds my destiny, it holds my clemency
Or at least that's what they said to me
Patient, I'm searching, but I've found no clarity

I'm not the only person hurting
In my head I know but common since is subverting
That I'm not the only one looking for something diverting
More distracted with the thoughts that keep blurting and spurting

How would you look at me if you could see below the surface
Absolute chaos, an insane circus
It's not rhetorical, it's honestly genuine
Been wondering for a while, since I was nine

Self image problems, not just physical
But my identity purely subliminal
I can't remember what it's like to be happy
And that's probably the reason I've been feeling so snappy

I'm not sleeping, barely eating
Joy feels like it's fleeting
Old destructive habits concerning my well being
They don't die easy in fact they are defeating

I'm in a rut, life doesn't feel clear cut
Communication might be open but it feels shut
I know I'm stuck, I can feel it in my gut
I'm a leader, this shouldn't be me, but

But if I'm honest all I feel is exhaust
Can't live up this image brainwashed
Into my head, I can never live up
I can never live up