𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥?

(Almost) At the end

I fell from my throne
And no one was around
I wish I had a clone
So that I can fool around

I see my friends post
With her "friends", so pristine
While I'm sitting on a boat
All alone in the marine

I think I'm better off by myself
But I don't know if I'm gonna cut it
Rotting in my imaginary cells
I feel ready to quit

Stop sleeping, stop eating, stop breathing
This is gonna be the end of me
Then I realized one thing
My boyfriend's here for me