Got me feeling some type of way
Don't know If I'll ever be the same
Wake up
It's a new day
Do the same shit every fucking day
Do the same shit in a new way
Got me feeling some type of way
Yeah the type of way
Where you wanna slit your wrist
And be done with it
Waking up everyday
Wondering why I am this way
I'll never be the same again
Left by all my friends
Counted out in groups
That shits Got me down man
That's why I'd rather hangout with myself
Just me and myself by myself
Fuck everyone else
Yeah fuck everyone else
Me and myself
I can't even feel myself
Right
I can't even feel myself
I need some mental help
For my mental health
Using alcohol to forget
Using pills to forgive
Isolating myself from everyone
Damn son
Just me and myself fuck everyone else
Don't need anyone anyways
They seem to never stay anyway
Just let it go
Breathe
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