Maybe its me.

Fell out of love,
And into the deep abyss.
Left my Mrs.
And found a Miss.
These pills overwhelm me.
They distort my personality.
I rebirthed into a new individual.
Blinded by sex and pain, I can't see.
I just wanna be free,
Have room to be me.
Be whoever the fuck I want to be.
But I'm lost in an ocean of women.
Keep drowning, but I'm still swimmin,
I'm soul searching, while getting wrapped upon sheets.
It's hard not to act when all these girls pretend to be discreet.
I know what they want, the money and the power.
Standing alone, contemplating Destiny in the shower.
And Emily, and Tiffiany, and Haley, and Claire.
I wanna scream to the world, to God,
But I know he don't care.
Is he there?
Probably not for a sinner like me.
But I'm just tryin to be the winner I was born to be.
Growing up, they told me I was gonna succeed great things.
But I'm still sitting here, waiting to grow my wings.
I wanna be successful, but there's so much pressure.
I'm not sayin I don't want it,
But nobody's giving the same effort.
Everybody wants success, but not the work.
These hoes thinking they can get rich from Vining twerks.
I don't even know who the hell to trust anymore.
I drive on the highway, thinking, pedal to the floor. 
What should I do? Where should I go?
Keep performing and driving till the end of the show? End of the road? 
Keep pushing, keep grinding till I'm gone? 
I don't know, maybe I'm the wrong all along.