Going Ghost

Don't know what's wrong with me, life don't belong to me, I'm twisted

But please don't talk to me, I want my privacy, I'm different

My ex still stalking me, stop private calling me, I'm clicking

My demons taunting me, they always talk to me, their mischief

Got me so back and forth, like why am i rapping for?

Paralyzed by my trauma, denying my problems

A pain that i can't ignore

It gets to the point that I get so motherfucking pist, that i just can't record

So then i feel low, self loath, until well, i snap of course, I

Need to restart, they critique my art, regardless i'm still leaving a mark

Achieving it all, no need to applause, every record i'm giving

Is me conveying my feelings, hoping that one day I could just piece all my thoughts