Tell me, do you know what it's like?

To be somewhere, where by not one person you're liked

Where everywhere you walk you're avoided

And looked at as if you've loitered

When people compare you to an emergency and you're evaded

And honestly half the time you don't even know why you're hated

Put yoursеlf out there and you're еmotions are completely raided

After the rejection your heart sinks, and you've completely faded

People constantly go behind your back and say shit

And you have memes made about you, as Logic said that's when you know you made it

But in that situation, man I honestly struggled to see it

When you're constantly told all you do is be shit

By random people looking to make a name I'd take hits

But look at me now, I'm out here doin' bits

Yeah I'll admit I made plenty of mistakes, plenty of chances I didn't take

Wasted time and screwed up my future, a life for myself I didn't make

Instead I sit around depressed binge eating cake

When it's time for my funeral, I'll bet people will be hanging out for the wake

You may not like my reasons but you better respect them

My friends, welcome to the autism spectrum

Having this means I'm awkward socially

And in these situations I struggle vocally

People didn't understand this, thought I was weird

Didn't help that by 13 could pretty much grow a full beard

Let good people go for bad ones, why?

Now I feel like life is passing me by

And honestly the more I think about it it makes me cry

That when I had a chance to make something I didn't even try

Sold one of the few people that cared to the enemy

Maybe being fucked over was mean't to be

Only realised they were real after seeing a photo in a room

My life since has been like the temple of doom

The enemy had me wrapped around their finger

They ranged in hair colour from blonde to ginger

No matter how angry I got didn't hinder

Them screwing me, I constantly made my hands blister

But even to this person, someones daughter

My anger kind of made me sound like a stalker

My flaw when angry has always been that I like to talk

But I should have walked long ago, drawn the line with chalk

You entertain clowns you become part of the circus

It's hard to decide though, which one to do first

Anger kind of makes you act on impulse in the moment

But when your mind is clear, that decision you make you loath it

I assured myself what got to me wasn't the people

In truth I let it get to me, and now here we have the sequel

If anyone decides I'm full of shit I can't blame you

But I assure you, I only come here to speak the truth