Hourglass (KidShazam Remix)

I'm scowling because I'm so tired of feeling useless

I'm out of reach of something required: my peace and trueness

Financial fears are drowning me, I think no one's proud of me

I'm waiting here a thousand weeks to see someone scouring

For something that maybe reminds them of me (of me)

That I'm loving, not faking the kindness you'll see (you'll see)

I'm interrogating myself for me serenading unwell thoughts

Kept debating, "Is Hell loss, or is it making me well off?"

I punch myself in the chest and then my eyes widen (woah)

"I suck at this, I'm the best," that's both my minds fighting

Imposter Syndrome kickin' in when I'm short on my cash

I fall and whisper, snifflin', "Why don't my mind relax?"