Worth It

I give my best and end up worse for it
What am I so ashamed for?
My best effort is a constant lesser
My mind sprinting and my pride sore

I’ve been searching for more clarity
Before I’m forgotten laying in a morgue
I got time estranged due to sympathy
So to waste more I cannot afford

Take it back to the shy kid
Don’t fight, do right, don’t lie kid
Chin high, chest up, clear eyed kid
Who’d be ashamed of the things I did

Like “What you do to where I can’t sleep?”
"How the hell you let them play me?”
"You were bold, now you switch codes
You took a sharp turn but the hill was steep”