'Cause I can't do sh** right, I can't learn my lesson
I can't do sh** right, take anti-depressants
Illness and welfare robbed my adolescence
My friends probably hate me, can't answer a message
Filled with anxiety, always be hidin' me
Feelin' inadequate's always what's drivin' me
Not a role model, that's not what I strive to be
Can't go outside, I'm afraid they'd be findin' me
Paranoid 'bout my privacy, yeah
And they always askin' questions 'bout my face, can't relate
Fuc*** caught my own reflection, broke a mirror the other day
Got a lot of bad sh** that I'm takin' to my grave
Got a fuc*** date with death, on house arrest 'til trial date
So I grab the red wine on rainy days and then I pour it'
Cause I'll age another fuc*** thousand days before I know it
Yeah, I spend 'em all inside, waste my time while I'm scrollin'
But I love when it rains 'cause I'm agoraphobic
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
I'm not okay, I'm not okay
What's the point? I'm not okay
What's the point? I'm not okay
This sh** is fuc*** difficult
-corpse husband
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Junior Killer
Mystère / Thriller"Chop Chop. I don't have all day" My instructor scolded me. Yes you do. All you do is sit on your bum 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. No wonder you have absolutely no buttocks fat. It's wierd to think of you with butt fat in general...
