[Verse 1: Antwon]

Who taught you how to do drugs, probably your father

Who gave you issues so you bug and people call you awkward

Not me, reserved feelings run deep

Never to be a part, so to some it's just a mystery

If it's not love then I'm soaking in my misery

Little things help, like holding hands and kissing cheeks

But you'll get sick of me just like I'm fucking sick of you

There's no one in this world, who I guess I feel relation too

I keep to myself now, more reserved

Towards you I feel resentment, no embrace inside your words

To me you feel the same, embrace comes by your nexus

Then I'll do the same and pretend it's not your sex

I'll stumble round the topic when I see mutual friends

I'll tell them I'm all good and I wish you all the best

But inside I hope you died and this shit gets put to rest

When I see you round town I look at the ground, and hide inside my head

Heaven knows I'm miserable

Empty, like when I used to kiss you

I don't miss us but I know there's no convincing you

Cause you think you know what love is and it makes us look so typical

[Hook x2]

When I'm around you I feel a certain rush

I used to fuck with death and get the shakes when I didn't feel her touch

Nowadays I'm not around you much

But when I think about you, I feel my skull crush