Gabbie Hanna

"Antisocial Media"

Overwhelmed overworked overpaid
I’m on top of the world, sittin’ pretty on a stack
But the static still cracks in my veins
At the bottom of the universe, I’m feelin' all the weight

People die for this
People lie for this
People suck and f*ck some guy for this

Pay the toll for this
Sell their soul for this
Play the part but what's my role in this?
I'm not built for this
All the guilt of this
And I don't think I can deal with this

I'm too old for this
Gonna fold from this
People starvin’
And I get gold for this?

You all chalk me up as some whiny f*ck who's stressed by success
Like my life sucks

I get it, I know, its such a conundrum
I get what I want but I can’t have much fun with it
It’s not the fame or the money I’m yearnin’
I don’t give a f*ck about what I’ve been earnin’
But each day I wake up more blessed than I'm learing'
Out of all these people I’m least to deserve it

I don’t deserve it

I try to be perfect I’ll never be perfect
I’m not worth it
Keep lookin’ for answers I swear I’ve searchin'
But I come up short, and give up quick
‘Cause if I found it I think id be scared of it
You don't see the scene that’s behind the screen
And I urge you all to be aware of it
It’s an interesting dichotomy of monetized sincerity
Stir up my insecurity with constant uncertainty
Generation of anxiety
The “look at me” society
Dubiety of piety
The gods all suffer silently
I’m sorry for my obsession with attention
I have an ungodly fear of rejection
My apprehension and objection is the viral infection
Of dollars and followers in place of affection
What i need is a human connection
Not blue light and a foggy reflection, of my misconception of my own perception
Result of too much introspection
They find my disinterest interesting
My depression, a funny thing
My decline is relatable
People love that I hate myself
Yeah, they love that I hate myself
People love that I hate myself
People love that I hate myself
People love that I hate myself
I climbed out of my head
And watched myself implode
A thought without a body
Ought to be the shot to take a load off
My brain is poisoned
And I’m searching for the antidote
But every time I find it
My defenses scream “oh, no you don’t!”
Woah
But it's fine
No, really I'm fine
It’s just a matter of time
You’ll lose your mind
And not be fine from time to time
I’m not crazy
But I feel crazy all a sudden
In a city never seein’
Snow or rain or leaves in autumn
Lose yourself in seasons
Not remembering that you forgot ‘em
Knocking on my door
Can’t confront ‘em so i lock’em out
But I don’t mind
No, I really don’t mind
Cause believe it or not
It feels good to be forgot
From time to time
So forget me
And please, God, forgive me
If you feel a touched underwhelmed
By all my overwhelming negativity
Who am I and when?
When’s my work day end
And where does me begin?
Are these my colleagues or my friends?
On a scale of ten to one
Do you hate who I’ve become?
‘cause I hate who I’ve become
I’m sorry for who I’ve become

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