Love Ain’t Here


Mr. Robot:

Remember how you felt when you were alone? You were in pain, you were miserable. That’s why we’re here.

Hook

Love ain’t here. I can see the breakdown baby. You’re trying to get me on the way down. I can see you’re fake now baby. Got no time for you to waste now.

Mr. Robot:

You begged us to come. You asked us to come. You needed us to come!”

Elliot:

No! I want you to leave!

Hook

Life in the fast lane
Let me slow down
And try to figure it out
Take off my mask
See my real face
See my real face.

VERSE 1

I been hiding from insecurities
Nothing's what it appears to be
Lusting for something real
And it's killing me

They keep telling me let it be
But I'm forcing it
Mentally fragile
Porcelen
Could shatter any second
I'm battling with depression
On the path to self-destruction
Where's the love?
I don't see it I'm suffering. 

Love aint here.

I been hiding from all my family 
Friends feel like my enemies
Incoming calls

Leave a message after the beep
Haven't replied to them weeks
The pressure’s rushing in
Struggle to breath
I can't sleep

Tell my,
Cousin I love him
Tell my momma I'll come visit
When I can
In the mirror
I just stare at who I am

I'm not good enough
My confidence
Has seen better days
Feel like giving up
I'm learning how to pray
See the mask on my face

Does it keep me safe
From monsters?
Or is the monster
Behind the mask?

I just summarized Nash.

Love ain’t here. I can see the breakdown baby. You’re trying to get me on the way down. I can see you’re fake now baby. Got no time for you to waste now. Love ain’t here.

HOOK

Life in the fast lane
Let me slow down
And try to figure it out
Take off my mask
See my real face
See my real face.

VERSE 2

I been hiding from insecurities
Nothing's what it appears to be
Weight of the world has buried me
Apparently,
My mask has them scared of me

I think I need therapy
Fire inside of me’s raging
Just waiting for caroseen

Hiding from all the damage
Scared to take any chances
Not worried about advances
Comfortable in a bubble
I'm not humble enough

My canvas is crumbling 
Everyone is wondering
Um,

Am I good enough
My confidence has seen better days
Feel like giving up
I'm learning how to pray
See the mask on my face

Does it keep me
Safe from monsters?
Or is the monster
Behind the mask?

I just summarized Nash

Love ain’t here. I can see the breakdown baby. You’re trying to get me on the way down. I can see you’re fake now baby. Got no time for you to waste now. Love ain’t here.

HOOK

Life in the fast lane
Let me slow down
And try to figure it out
Take off my mask
See my real face
See my real face.

Siri:

Welcome to The Mask.

INTERLUDE

Gotta get this right.

I'm wired up.
Got the heart of a writer
Got the mind of a fighter
My thoughts are on fire

On the wall and I'm tied up
Time to create something
That I'm proud of
Give me a chance
And I just might surprise ya.


In the mirror
My appearance says time's up
But I reply that
I'm just getting started
Smarter and wiser

My opponent's on dial up
But I'm broader
Abandoned all of those
Negative thoughts in my mind
Once I did that, I realized
That I'm eye level with the sky
Looking down at the ground
My arrival to this world
Came at the right time

My motive (modem) is still
Trying to connect with
A generation that's AOL
But add a W.
They don't love you
If you're nice
So the mask is covering up
Any resembles of
Someone that gave a (beep)

So now I'm plucking away
At stray hearts
It's like I'm playing cards
And the hearts are staying dark
Like a spade or Ray Charles
And I'll raise you another grand
And the band is on stage
Made out of paper and crayons
My little brother colored
Outside of the lines of the minds
And I'm blind
I don't have my face on
I'm a warrior, Draymond
So (beep) it, it's game on.

When the television came on
It was all static
And the past arrived back
In my living room
And sat next to me.

I just attempted to stay calm
Every death, every ex
Everything I'm ashamed of
Gathered around the room
And pointed mirrors at me
Until all I saw was myself

Which was really what I was afraid of
'Cause I was pointing the finger
At every other angle
But I'm really the blame for
Any emotional pain caused
Here's The Mask
I'm in danger.

The Mask.


I’m Nash (beta 32). I write, record, travel, and hike. Currently: finishing up my first book. Almost done.