Stripped Down (working title)

Word up to the vapour binge/
I hate your little voice and that fucking face it brings/
Sorry, I think I woke up on the wrong side of the avenue/
Hopefully thats an excuse for the despite I have for you/
You make me nervous, I feel out of place/
In the past that would have made me shut up and avoid your gaze/
But now I laugh, tell a joke, it's all just a dance/
I'll take the lead and you just smile back/
Push it to the extreme, untill its off of the shelf/
And realise that I've completely undermined myself/
Shit... now I'm sitting here with these lies/
I don't think the jokes are fake but I'm pretty sure I had a serious side/
But what the fuck do I know... I've been writing the same song lately/
I got these thoughts I don't agree with, so what does that make me?/
A fucking joke, I feel like I should be more than I am/
But that assumption's a little unfounded, bound to collapse/
Blank pages filled up, trying to make those words rhyme/
I feel like I should say again, like this wasn't the first time/
Like I've been here before, I wrote this already/
Except last time I think my eyes were a little more heavy/
Last time there were alot of people telling me what I couldn't make/
This time there's just the one... With that familiar face/
Hi... I remember you... I recognise that smile/
And I stare back at myself, laughing all the while/
I like to think its me against the world, nobody's got my back/
When it seems the hands I hold are the ones that knocked me flat/
I put those shackles on my legs, no other way around it/
Just to make sure I would fall so I can complain about it/
Place the blame, face to name/
Hate the game, complain... complain.../
No other words to sound, fuck me and my shit/
SoI turn around and I'm out this bitch/

...

And I see the people who've been behind me the whole time/
And the people who've had my back before I wrote rhymes/
Those that support despite of their doubts/
and those that I would never have made it here without/
And I know for the first time that I can stop being petty/
And I can take those dreams and everybody will let me/
Shit they'll help me, they've already done it in the past/
And I will love every moment, from first until the last/
I got friends who care, shit, they might even believe/
So as of this moment, I'm not ready to leave/
I know fame and fortune are a dream, but don't we all need one/
Maybe not, but I think I've got enought time to see if I can be one/
Try breaking the lock, and make it or not/
I will never say that this was a mistake and I lost/
I've got a woman who loves me and the feeling is mutual/
So why the fuck would i need people I don't knows approval/
So here I stand, my two cents in front of you/
I think there are some words for that... At least one or two/
I think they call it brave, they call it without doubt/
They might just call it life when the noise is drowned out/
I think they call this courage, to think they won't attack me/
I think they call this knowing... I think they call this happy/
I think they call this knowing, I think they call this happy/
I think they call this knowing, I think they call this happy…