Can I Fix Myself? - Metal Version

I’m not good at much, just feeling like shit,

Heavy on my mind, should I just fucking quit,

Just a Late bloomer in a rush to win this race,

Fucked up, crashed n burned right on my face,

Can I fix myself? How would I even know?

Questions fill my mind, Questions come n Go

Still trying to find my place in this hard ass life,

So I'm working on me, tell me da fucking price?

Winning is contagious but its a bitch of a line,

Waiting for my turn, for the right time,

Maybe Im too late, another Ive crash'd n burn'd,

But I’m still alive, just walking this earth,

Is there a fix? How far could it be?

Is there a map? Fuckin show me!

How bout it? Does someone know?

Who gets it? Just where do I go?

I’m just a late bloomer, trying to finally grow,

In this fast ass world, I move too fucking slow,

Can I fix myself? How would I even know?

Questions fill my mind, Questions come n Go

Still trying to find my place, in this hard ass life,

So I'm working on me, tell me da fucking price?

I never sold my soul to the devil, u can probably see that,

No money to my name, I'd probably fucking spent dat,

I have so many ideas and things I want to do,

But I burned out young just tryin to be fuckin cool,

I did everything right, but faded in da crowd,

Now I stand by myself, just shouting out loud!

Ain't nobody gonna stop me, but maybe myself n

Everybody sees success as a result of wealth

I'm done being quiet about my own voice,

I hated being last but it was my fucking choice!

Can I fix myself? How would I even know?

Questions fill my mind, Questions come n Go

Still trying to find my place, in this hard ass life,

So I'm working on me, tell me da fucking price?

All I want is to be happy in life,

To be securely rich and maybe a wife,

To make my own decisions, is this government right?

To find stuff we're not told, and to study it twice,

But I made it all harder cuz I fucked up my life,

So I'm working on me, tell me da fucking price?

Peace