1 month ago

I Hate Being Me
By James Pullen

Lyrics
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(spoken word)
this is Pullenboy Music

**(Verse 1)**
I wake up in this same old room in Albany, Georgia
Sun creepin' through the blinds on another empty day
Forty-two years old, and I'm still right here
Livin' with Mama, 'cause I can't make it any other way

I love my Mama, Lord knows I do
She's the only one who sticks around when the world turns blue
But her hugs ain't the same as arms that hold me tight at night
I need a woman, somebody to make this darkness feel like light

**(Chorus)**
I hate being me, stuck in this lonely hell
No friends to call, no stories to tell
Broke as a joke, pockets full of dust
Tryin' so hard, but nothin' ever turns to trust
Every door slams shut, every road leads nowhere
I hate being me... and it just ain't fair

**(Verse 2)**
I sit on the porch with my Mountain Dew cold
Little cigar burnin', watchin' the smoke unfold
Stay to myself, 'cause that's all I know how to do
People pass by, but they don't see me through

I light up a joint when the pain gets too loud
Let the haze take the edge off this heavy cloud
Tried talkin' to women, put my heart on the line
But they look away, or say "boy, I ain't got the time"
Rejected again, ignored like I'm air
Feels like I'm cursed, like nobody cares

**(Bridge)**
Mama says "keep prayin', son, things gonna change"
But I've been prayin' forever, and it's still the same
I work what jobs I can, scrape by on the low
But the bills keep comin', and the hope won't grow
I'm tired of fightin', tired of the fight
Just want somebody to hold me through the night

**(Final Chorus)**
I hate being me, drownin' in this quiet sea
No hand to hold, no future I can see
Sick of the silence, sick of the pain
Sick of the losin', again and again
I hate being me... down here in Albany
Lord, I hate being me...
Somebody, please... set me free

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