Eighteen years old with a big ego. But I can't love myself - that's a big no. Who the **** have I become? I don't know. Now I look just like them - from head to toe. They got me all ****** up - I'm real low. Got holes in my plans but can't forgo. Gotta fight for the real me - can't let go. Cause fake people can't tie me down no mo'. I'l rise above and watch them burn below. As they trade love for hatred - quid pro quo.