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A toast to the ones who are here

My fears

Write a song and I feel amazing

To tie it all, it is so adjacent, I know

Everyone is on my case

I can't get out this maze

Of constant regret and constant rethink

I need to rethink

If my last album was more than just an escape

For revenge

I have every reason to go smoke pot

Dealing drugs at the lot

Get a spoon with the swab

Be a loser and go rot

But, I guess i'm not

Does that mean i'm too weak, or too strong?

I've been sitting on this thought, for far too long

I've been tempted lately, with what be going on

The only drug i'm doing is writing good songs

Does that make sense?

I don't care if it does, i'm gonna embrace this

I'm not gonna fake this

No one gonna take this

My ex really hate this

My ex loved me until her friends told me that I ain't it

Why am I so hated?

I'm tired talking bout women who broke me into hatred

I'm tired talking bout women who made me to a fake friend

That's why I make amends

Why do you get praised for doing basics?

While my soul gets taken by the fake-ness

That's what makes me wanna get faded

Am I burden?

Everywhere I go

Chaos is inside my bag

And it lingers on my clothes

That explains why my dad

Tries to hurt me when i'm cold

Who knows?

I stench of heartbreak and annoyance

My father tried to hit me

And I am a disappointment

Least that's what my mother said to me

I know that i'm avoided

And I know that i'm a jerk

And sometimes I can be annoying

And I know my overthinking is exhausting and is luring

A toast to the ones who are here

Get my notes and write my fears

Write a song, and I feel amazing

To tie it all, it is so adjacent, I know

A toast to the ones who are here

Get my notes and write my fears

Write a song, and I feel amazing

To tie it all, it is so adjacent, I know

"You're okay" how you supposed to know?

You don't believe in heartbreak, yeah you been alone

That is such a little term, I don't like to use it, tho

I've been so emotional, so it's been inside my notes

Cause that little term made me run away

And made me try to kill myself, hurting everyday

That little term made me sprain my hand, yeah I punched me in the face

Destroyed my entire room

Mom saw the cuts on my veins

Yeah, whatever call me cringe

You don't know how it is

To feel someone betray you

Without even a reason

Brother says i'm tweaking

Cause i'm hurt at fifteen

I wish I was just dreaming

But that's not what it seems

Maybe I am tripping

I have seen worse things

I guess I am dramatic

And my hurt is non believe

Or maybe you're delusional, when it comes to real things