Indian Giver

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I'm no longer okay, duck and cover cause I'm distraught now| I'm tired of being caught with my frown hand me my fucking crown| I'm not happy with my life| I'm going through so much strife| lonely and alone| I'm looking for a cure: a new home| I'm tired of being boned| you don't understand| I literally have zero friends| I'm tired of trying to be alive| can I please just die| you cause this damn rage| I'm tearing up every past page| looking through my music book, cause everyone thinks I'm just going through a depressive stage| fuck these haters| I'll transfer into a combination of killer croc and Grundy after Superman made the legend a godlike gator| cause I'm so tired of everyone's shit| if it was legal to hit everyone who made you mad, life would be lit| but it's not I'm a terror to everyone I see| I'm too ugly, they say I'll never find love, but I've got my queen| Although in my head, I'm a hero| in reality I'm a X rated Zero| I'm feeling down looking for a better escape| while trying not to seek out the fake| I know, I'm not your fucking friend| some of the shit I say can fly|
I'm just born to die: commit the perfect suicide| even my own family hates their son| I'm a disgrace to both them and the holy one| I'm a piece of shit| whose looking for a dementors rift| but ends up being alone with relationships happening over the phone| I'm tired of being rejected by every girl I know| even my elders want me to change| but I can't escape the four walls of this inescapable frame| it's leaving me without happiness| I'm just a failing product of the shitty stress| that helps me nap and never shift my mirror that holds an shattered prototype of a newborn man| who wants to permanently return to grains of sand| even my girl is never around| everyone is too busy: I'm tired of playing lost and found| I should be stoned| I hate this world: we should all be dunce - coned| See, I could've been done, slit my wrist and neck| no breathing allow, as I'm put into hospice: no autocorrect| I pull the plug on myself cause that's way I want to go| No pardon as I enter another kinda world, where demons roll||)

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