Alone

Yeah
His name is Tom, but his friends call him T
Been going to bed at three, hes barely been gettin sleep
Yeah, he has a family that he never gets to see
Spends his time on the poster, people he wants to be
He needs another dopamine hit, every like, every pic
Influencers out here influencin him
Dont realize that theyre not influencin shit
But to buy some more products
To make them more rich Mother****ers
Tom wants attention
Dont realize real life is worth more than his mentions
Hes stressin, works nine-to-five just to pay for his pension
He questions his purpose, feels low,
So he posts to suppress it
Let the comments rain
A bunch of people leavin likes, but dont know his name
A bunch of people leavin likes, but dont know his pain
The biggest battle that he fights is his own damn brain, ****
His self-worth is tied to an app
Another day, another panic attack
Another person on his pics
Remindin him of everything that he lacks
He doesnt cry, so instead he just laughs and says
'I feel the push and the pull
Evil in my head wont go
Ive been here before
Think I need help, I know
Cause I dont feel myself no more
When I could never close these doors
And my head is so alone
Never felt this far from home'
Yeah, her name is Susan, but her friends call her Sue
Got pregnant, had a baby last June
She should be over the moon
But lately shes been feelin,its hard and harder to move
She struggles to do the things she used to love and I knew
But shes supposed to be a mom, shit
Her feelings feel like they been thrown into a moshpit
And everyone keeps congratulating her
Like she just won a ****in Grammy
Since her granny passed away,
Shes been an inch away from lost it
Went to bed nauseous, woke up feelin nauseous
Can barely pay the bills or fill the fridge in her apartment
Went online for help, but all she found was people talk shit
Her baby has to grow up in a world so toxic, damn
Was havin kids a mistake? Heh
No one admits it, even if they relate
She hits a feeling that shes better replaced
Been gettin high and drinkin wine just to get through a day
Just too much on her plate,
Doctors tell her just to take more pills
Tried one, she dont like how it feels
Knows that people have it worse,
But it doesnt make her pain less real
Tells her friends, time will hopefully heal, cause
I feel the push and the pull
Evil in my head wont go
Ive been here before
Think I need help, I know
Cause I dont feel myself no more
When I could never close these doors
And my head is so alone
Never felt this far from home
Yeah, his name is Mark, a lot of people call him Witt
He started makin music just to show em he can spit
Make a little money, buy his mom and dad a whip
Proved to everyone who doubted him that he could make it big
Muh****erson the way,
Uses pain to paint the people his picture
The ones that want the most of,
They never started off with ya
Somehow he hasnt gone off and lost himself into liquor
Or sold his soul for a playlist to play his shit,
Can you picture this?
Almost losing your sister, then you losing your dad
Then you losing your love or the love that you thought you had
Then you losing yourself writing 'Losing You,' calling MAX
Youre blessed and you ****in know it,
Feel bad for just feelin bad, but
Hes scared that everyone will use him
Every day is more a product and less and less of a human
Lately hes been feelin like Truman,
Would people care if they lose him?
They criticize,
But cant help playing him the music, I feel the–
I feel the push and the pull
Evil in my head wont go
Ive been here before
Think I need help, I know
Cause I dont feel myself no more
When I could never close these doors
And my head is so alone
Never felt this far from home
Cause I dont feel myself no more
When I could never close these doors
And my head is so alone
Never felt this far from home