Thoughts

(Verse)
All these bitches hate me only for my personality
That’s really fucking painful, call that a fatality
There’s is no need to cause all of this brutality
And all these stupid people have problems with my sexuality
They say I’m gonna die soon but I don’t really care
Losing every bit of air here, there, and everywhere
There’s really nothing else might as well say a prayer
And think of all the stupid shit my barber has donе to my hair
Maybe I can grow my hair a bit more
Maybe I can grow into thеse big ass pants a bit more
Maybe I can exercise a bit more
Maybe I really just can’t do anything anymore
I tried to change, but that’s not it
I try to control my condition, but that’s not it
I try to talk to more people, but that’s not it
What I can I do to make myself happy? Huh…
Maybe I can tell them about my addictions
I like drawing and animating, same difference
Maybe I can’t make anymore predictions
Turn in all of these assignments that I’m missing
Maybe get more sleep and count some sheep and catch some Z’s
There is no guarantee
Maybe act a creep and take a peek and fall asleep
And wake up the next morning sad