They say that I'm not the best there is
They say I will never make it through
They judge me before I even get to try
And I wonder, will I I ever get to rise
The dug a grave for me way before my death
I'm pressed down and I can't even breath
The sun doesn't shine on those pressed under the earth
I don't exist to them, I'm as good as gone...
They have said this and will say that
They have done this and will do that
I know what matters is what's within
So why can't I believe in me?