Swing Lynn - Twin Cabins, being sad is a bad habit
I keep on thinking about their success, and how I lack it
They are all so beautiful, smart and funny, man I wish
I wish I were them. Improvements? I could make a list
Make these existential crises stop, there's more important
problems to focus on, the system has to change
But at this hour, I'm selfish and egoistic and can only self-pity
What a fucking luxury, a self-absorbed mess living in the big city
I keep on waiting for things to happen, a glow-up to occur
But I don't do anything about it. Hell, I can't even fix my posture
Jesus, what is wrong with me? Looking at all these people online
I know the cute, aesthetic videos they post are all a lie
Still I want to be that cool, and I feel like they are always like that
That they are always confident, with fresh fits and never sad
Don't we all hide behind that mask and go along with the rules of society?
The internet, the perfect pixels, consumerism, they're giving me anxiety
Five tips on how to pose for perfect photos, to get a better clothing style.
I'm ashamed to say I watch those videos please don't judge me for a while
I just simply don't want to be this way, I feel so damn unattractive
For real, nobody would want me Untouchable, I'm radioactive
Commenting on their videos in the hope they might see or even reply
I should've gotten used to being unnoticed, yet it saddens me every time
I delete everything I post on social media when I am melancholic like this
and then write a sad poem, falling deeper into a dark, depressing abyss
Hell, I am not even original in these few ranting rhymes I make
We're all the same, so I welcome you to the club, have some cake
Tonight I'm going to go to bed with tears on my flushed cheeks
Disappointed that this pointless misery happens every few weeks
The slowed, six minute and thirty-two seconds version of this song
is exactly how I feel right now, describing it in words is wrong
Swing Lynn - Twin Cabins, the feeling is clouded but clear
Cry myself sleep with a melancholic guitar playing in my ears
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The Words of an Angsty Teen
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