[Intro]

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[Verse 1]

Making music has never been so hard for me

My brain has found it hard to breathe

I want someone to yell at me

And tell me that they wanted me

My music isn't part of me

It's someone that's inside of me

And he doesn't like his house

But he's still trapped in there with lock and key

And part of me still wants to let him out

But the silence in my head has made it hard for him to shout

And my fingers won't play notes and my mouth never makes a sound

And it's fucked up how thesе lyrics show up on the pages now

And it's fucked up that my mind is likе a prison of my hopes and dreams

I wanna make another song, or maybe two or seventeen

But if I say the things that I'm afraid of, will I feel relief?

Or will I feel regret and maybe grief? Please, what should I believe?

I wanna write that album so my friends know I'm not dead

It feels like the thoughts I have don't ever leave my head

The mushrooms and the LSD can't show me what's ahead

And maybe that shit's bad for me, but my ego's still not dead

I've been too fucking cocky and I've been a piece of shit

My friends don't recognize me, and that's probably what I get

For thinking I'm the best when everyone keeps getting better

Did I think I was the king of SoundCloud? What did I expect?

[Chorus 1]

What happened?

What happened to the songs I used to write so fucking hard?

Who are you?

What happened to the kid who called his online friends at night?

[Verse 2]

(It's fucked up that my mind is like a prison of my hopes and dreams)

Making music has never been so hard for me

My brain has found it hard to breathe

(I wanna call the bitch police)

I want someone to yell at me

And tell me that they wanted me

My music isn't part of me

(So they can come arrest me)

Because I've been a little bitch and I'm just tryna make it better

I found out why my head hurts

It's 'cause I make excuses and expect a golden scepter

I thought I'd stay in touch with everyone without the effort

[Chorus 2]

Huh, who would've thought?

If you make bad music, then the whole world shuts you off (Yeah)

Man, who would've thought?

If you make bad music, then the whole world shuts you off