Deadweight in My Chest

[Verse 1]
Wake up, feel sick of my own face
Same four walls, same cold place
Mirror talk back like, "You still here?"
Every flaw on blast, every fear in my ear
Scroll through feeds, see everybody winning
Meanwhile I’m stuck, self-sabotage spinning
Turn blessings to trash in a single breath
Turn chances to ash, I expect the wreck
Heart full of “should’ve,” lungs full of “why”
I choke on apologies, still can’t cry
I’m the glitch in the code, the stain on the shirt
I rehearse every screw-up till my chest hurts
[Chorus]
I hate myself, I hate myself (too much)
Every thought is another punch
Can’t outrun this heavy shell
Drag my name straight through the mud
I hate myself, I hate myself (so loud)
Every flaw screaming over the crowd
If I vanish, would it even help?
I’m my own worst hell
[Verse 2]
Every compliment, I twist it like a knife
“Yeah, but…” echo in the back of my mind
Push people away, then I whine I’m alone
Build my own cage, then I chain the door closed
Laugh it off, but the joke’s on me
I’m the clown and the crowd, that’s a cursed routine
Replay old fights like a highlight reel
Pause on my part, zoom in on the guilt I feel
Can’t take love, I just pick at the seams
Talk big hope but I don’t believe me
Sleep with regret like it’s all I deserve
Say I want better, then swerve on the curve
[Chorus]
I hate myself, I hate myself (too much)
Every thought is another punch
Can’t outrun this heavy shell
Drag my name straight through the mud
I hate myself, I hate myself (so loud)
Every flaw screaming over the crowd
If I vanish, would it even help?
I’m my own worst hell
[Bridge]
Yeah, I’m tired of my voice in my skull (so tired)
But I still turn it up when it’s dull (why?)
Ask, “Who did this?” and I point at me
Judge, jury, sentence on repeat
[Chorus]
I hate myself, I hate myself (too much)
Every thought is another punch
Can’t outrun this heavy shell
Drag my name straight through the mud
I hate myself, I hate myself (so loud)
Every flaw screaming over the crowd
If I vanish, would it even help?
I’m my own worst hell

rap, Aggressive trap rap with pounding kick drums, snarling 808 subs, and sharp hi-hat rolls; verses spit in a double-time pocket, raw and close-mic'd. Hook explodes with shouted gang-vocal layers and distorted ad-libs; brief filtered breakdown before final chorus for impact. Male vocals, gritty and upfront with a slightly overdriven edge., deep