Never really learned to be it Always was a mystery Got real good at how to do And work my way to love from you Never really won the prize Falling short before your eyes I wonder just how it would feel To taste the fruit beneath the peel

Now the you has turned to me And I'm the one who can't be pleased Never feeling good enough At even just the basic stuff I know I should be in my prime But feeling worth less than a dime This habit is so hard to break I'm growing weary of self Hate

I'm growing weary of self hate It's time to turn another page

Past the point of who to blame It doesn't take away the pain Patterns etched across my mind Groves grow deeper with the time Tired of living just to cope Hanging on to ragged hope I'm sure there's others feel the same Childhood scars that still remain
I'm growing weary of self hate It's time to turn another page