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Overwhelmed, Overworked, Overpaid (Evxryday Cover)
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Gabbie Hanna
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Overwhelmed. Overworked. Overpaid I'm on top of the world sittin' pretty on a stack But the stack still cracks in my veins At the bottom of the universe I'm feeling all the weight People die for this People lie for this People suck and f**k some guy for this Pay the toll for this Sell their soul for this Play my part but what's my role in this? I'm not built for this All the guilt of this And I don't think I can deal with this I'm too old for this Gonna fold from this People starvin' and I get gold for this You all chalk me up as some whiney f**k who's stressed by success like my life sucks I get it, I know, it's such a conundrum I get what I want but I can't have much fun with it It's not the fame or the money I'm yearin' I don't give a f**k about what I've been earnin' But each day, I wake up more blessed than I'm learnin' Out of all of these people I'm least to deserve it I don't deserve it I try to be perfect I'll never be perfect I'm not worth it I keep lookin' for answers I swear I've been searchin' But come up short and I give up quick Cause if I found it, I think I'd be scared of it You don't see the scene that's behind the screen And I urge you all to beware of it It's an interesting dichotomy Of monetized sincerity Stir up my insecurity With constant uncertainty Generation of anxiety The "look at me" society Dubiety of piety The Gods all suffer silently I'm sorry for my obsession with attention I have an ungodly fear of rejection My apprehension and objection is the viral infection Of dollars and followers in place of affection What I need is a human connection Not blue light and a foggy reflection Of my misconception of my own perception A result of too much introspection They find my disinterest interesting My depression a funny thing My decline is relatable People love that I hate myself People love that I hate myself Yeah, they love that I hate myself People love that I hate myself People love that I hate myself I climbed out of my head And watched myself implode A thought without a body Ought to be a shot to take a load off My brain is poisoned And I’m searching for the antidote But every time I find it My defenses scream “Oh, no you don’t!” Woah But it's fine No, really I'm fine It’s just a matter of time You’ll cross the line And lose your mind From time to time I’m not crazy But I feel crazy all a sudden In a city never seeing Snow or rain or leaves in autumn Lose yourself in seasons Not remembering that you forgot ‘em Knocking on my door I can’t confront ‘em so I lock 'em out But I don’t mind No, I really don’t mind (I really don't mind) 'Cause believe it or not It feels good to be forgot From time to time (Forgot from time to time) So, forget me And please, God, forgive me If you feel a touched underwhelmed By all my overwhelming negativity (negativity) Who am I and when? When’s my work day end And where does me begin? Are these my colleagues or my friends? On a scale from ten to one Do you hate who I’ve become? ‘Cause I hate who I’ve become I'm sorry for who I've become
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