I tell myself you hate me
But maybe it's the resentment within myself
A battle within me struggling with the thought that I don't deserve love
That the projection I show the world isn't enough
Damn, when will the clouds and thunder stop to reveal the tunnel of light
One day, I wish to live in a consciousness of self-love and gratification
Rather than waiting for your f*cking approval
But maybe it's the restoration
Of my self-reflection
Coming to light