Sitting in the corner of my room

Don’t know what to think or do

I put in the effort and try to make a move

But I never win I always lose

Cut off the love like circulation

Murder my heart, assassination

Here is a demonstration

Let it dry out call it dehydration

Splitting us apart like a semi colon

I’m very tired but still awoken

I coughing on your bs

I am chocking

I like being me is that a problem

Sorry my bars don’t say what you want them

My Gucci shoes I never bought them

More green than a nice autumn

Why do people hate me I’m curious

All these girls are delirious

When I tell them they get furious

Now I’m done with this song period