I don’t know, when I got scared
Scared of my imagination 
Used to see, beautiful things
Now I got this sick fixation 

On playing out every single fear I’ve ever had
Scrolling through their pictures seeing all I don’t have 
Believing every negative feeling is a fact 
I don’t wanna get used to that 

Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down?
I’m so good at being critical 
I guess I learned it’s hard to get hurt 
When you’re good at being cynical 

I'm jealous of, when I was young 
And everything was right there waiting 
Wanted the sky, aimed so high 
Instead of lowering my expectations

I don’t know how else to keep my feet on the ground
And stop the voices in my head from getting too loud 
I think I’m  realizing no one figures it out 
And I gotta get used to that 

Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down?
I’m so good at being critical 
I guess I learned it’s hard to get hurt 
When you’re good at being cynical

I hope and it doesn’t work 
Then I know it’s gonna hurt 
So I make a joke act like nothing’s wrong
And put another layer of armor on 

(Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down?)

Why do I beat myself up and tear myself down?
I’m so good at being critical 
I guess I learned it’s hard to get hurt 
When you’re good at being cynical

So good at being critical
So good at being critical
I'm so good at being critical