where am i?

This album for me has been my therapy

All I need is my mic, laptop and USB

I've been battling myself, my biggest enemy

Reflecting on it, when I see him, he always looks empty

But that's why I love my music in every way

I come home, it's sitting there waiting for me to press play

Not for the money, nor the fame

I'mma tell my life stories on audio files till the day I pass away

It's a good way to express my problems when I'm ignoring

Thinking of it all day, especially when school gets real boring

I like to keep these problems to myself like I was hoarding

I was on the morning show, but never showed that I mourning