Drent - Parts

We all have parts
Tearing us apart
This my part to you
It's a part of me
Yo

I have a part of me that's overly critical
It's pitiful, feeling depressed, and miserable
The residual effects reflect a crutch
Plus, being enough expects too much
Cus it's tough, where do I go from here?
I can't take my life, despite my fears
From the last year and a half, having panic attacks
Wanting to drop dead instead of getting out of bed
Dreading Mondays, including the sabbath
It's tragic, I'm stagnant pursuing my passions
Parts of me hold on and linger
Thinking I'm fat, wishing I'm thinner
Bridging gaps, thighs, and lies disguised as being bitter
But the bigger I get, there's less regret
That I overslept, wasting my breath, working til death, living paycheck to paycheck
Everything's a mess, it's inexcusable
What suits everyone else isn't suitable
It's unusual
I'd prefer to say "I'm pretty ugly" before you're beautiful
Since that's a part that lacks confidence and hates compliments
Low self-esteems hard to deal with
When there's differences between
The woman of my dreams and falling in and out of the same routine
That's what these parts do, they barely manage
And probably why my body's in a state of panic
Chest pain, love lost, weight gain, no cost
Left lane, run off in unison
Constantly confused, states of confusion
Fuck waiting for the end, I made my conclusion
There's parts that keep the status quo
But there's also parts of me I wanna get to know cus

We all have parts, we all have parts
We all have parts tearing us apart

I have a part of me that's fully enraged
My performance at work ain't the same when on stage
I try to contain myself, trapped in a cage
I've made mistakes, repetition keeps repeating
Underlying behaviors favoring overeating
I just wanna go to bed and start sleeping
But I'm waking up afraid of a heart attack
I'm a direct support, I don't make a direct impact
I'm fat, lazy, obsessed with being thin
A part of me knows it's been a minute since the gym
I don't wanna lift weights...I'd rather wait it out
Why make improvements when I can get takeout?
See there's this part of me that knows what to get done
But I've been this way since I was 21
Blaming ex-girlfriends and women I've dated
Making excuses is another way of "trying to make it"
These parts...are a part of who I am
Some are understood, some have their demands
These parts...are a part of who I am
Some are understood, some I'll never understand

We all have parts, we all have parts
We all have parts tearing us apart

Written by:
OWEN LEFEBVRE

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