Conversations with Myself

Sometimes I wonder why I'm even here
 Or if I have the strength to persevere
 Sometimes I feel like I'm somebody else
 Who's going mental with their mental health
 Sometimes I wonder if I'll die alone
 'Cause lonely people tend to have lonely souls
 Sometimes I think about a younger me
 If he'd be proud of the man he sees
 I guess I'm rich, I made it out my town
 I played in front of thousands, you know I shut it down
 Look, little Bazzi, I'm living out our dreams
 Mama cry every time we on the TV
 Got a fancy car, we got a fancy crib
 You couldn't even dream of the girl that you with
 Remember all your idols and the people that we love
 I met 'em at a party, we was all doin' drugs
 Was all doin'
 Jesus
 I think I need, I think I need some
 Jesus
 Rich enough and sad as fuck
 I'm lonely
 Oh, I am, I am, I am
 I'm so lonely
 I'm the man, I guess I am
 But I'm still
 What's funny is, is
 My whole life I thought making money
 And being praised would give me some kind of happiness
 And I wanted those things because I was
 Concerned about what everyone else thought of me
 I wanted to feel loved, I wanted to feel accepted
 And then I realized that I could never feel anybody's pain or their happiness
 I could only feel mine
 In the car, in the house
 And the fame never made me feel anything except
 Separated, intoxicated and obviously kinda grossed
 Don't get me wrong, nice things are fun
 I like nice things but you just can't base your human value on them
 Because at the end of the day, they don't mean anything
 If I'm not happy, I'm a sad guy in a nice car
 If I don't have any real friends or family
 I'm just a lonely guy in a big home