Sour OSTON

[Verse 1]
I've been thinking, sitting, thinking, overthinking
I don't like the taste it puts in my mouth
I wish I could spit it out
And lately, it's like I don't know me
I'm the only person holding back and pulling me down
Yeah, I'm pulling me down

[Pre-Chorus]
I have so many questions
Why won't the words come out?
Why's it so complicated
Being good to myself?
Why do I say things to the mirror
I wish I didn't say?
But if I'm going to anyways

[Chorus]
Fight it
Got problems, but I hide it
I know I tend to overanalyze what's in my brain
Maybe it's the way that I was raised
Tired
So fucking uninspired
Not something I can change or diagnose and medicate
Maybe it's the way that I was made