"Sick Of Myself" by Sara Beth follows a spiral of self-loathing after oversharing once again, wishing the polite lie had come out instead of the messy truth. The frustration cuts both ways: a culture that only values money and beauty, and the painful awareness that no one is forcing the phone-scrolling, pill-swallowing routine. The mirror-versus-photo mismatch becomes a quiet question about which self is even real, while the repeated promise to see you in hell lands less as a threat than as exhausted solidarity.
Sick Of Myself Lyrics by Sara Beth
Everything’s great till it isn’t
Made another mistake I wish I didn’t
Everything’s up till I get down again
I’m fine is what I should’ve said
But instead
I said too much like I always do
You’d think by now I’d know how to read the room
I smile to hide my shitty attitude
But I want to get better and I’m trying to
It’s just that no one gives a shit what you have to say
Unless you got money or a pretty face
Everyone says that you’re not thinking straight
If it’s not the same way they do
Feels like they’re washing our brains
But who’s really to blame
Cause there’s no knife up to my throat
And I’m still staring at my phone
and last week I ordered some shit on Amazon
And used a 12 dollar coffee to wash down the pills I’m on
I’m getting sick of myself
And everyone else
I’m sick of myself
I’ll see you in hell
Cause I’m sick of myself
Am I the person I wanna be
Just want to make somebody proud of me
But what if the me that I let them see
Isn’t even who I am at all
And I’m not even sure I know
Imposter syndrome up in my own skull
Am I half empty or am I half full
And also why do I look so different in photos
Than i do in the mirror
no one gives a shit what you have to say
Unless you got money or a pretty face
Everyone says that you’re not thinking straight
If it’s not the same way they do
Feels like they’re washing our brains
But who’s really to blame
Cause there’s no knife up to my throat
And I’m still staring at my phone
I’m getting sick of myself
And everyone else
I’m sick of myself
I’ll see you in hell
Cause I’m sick of myself
Getting sick of myself