Hating myself

It's kind of sort of my specialty

Walk through this life always in search of that missing piece

My ex told me to let it be, but I couldn't

Seems I'm always running from things

And I know I shouldn't

And how much will it take from me

Maybe you've been debating escaping behind a razor

Or maybe you've been debating explaining recent behavior

The words you got written down

Learned, rehearsed in the mirror

But being open and vulnerable is always your biggest fear