I live inside of my head,
I never get out of bed,
I am plaid in a sea of white,
and I never sleep at night.
Life is, not a test,
life is, a pointless quest
it will end, sometime soon,
but it is, not a boon.
They filled me,
with their social b.s.,
now I feel,
less and less.
Popularity,
biggest curse,
there is,
nothing worse.
Fitting in,
is only good,
when it's a sin,
and not a should.
III want to live,
but I can not,
I'm alone,
trapped,
inside,
the wall.
I want to k**,
with my bare hands,
but no one ever,
understands
I love nothing,
but myself,
all of you,
can love yourself.
it's all full,
of national sh**,
since we're made,
from a mail-order kit.
They can't,
understand,
why they're losing,
all their sand.
There is no past where bullsh** lasts.
There is no past where bullsh** lasts.
There is no past where bullsh** lasts.
There is no past where bullsh** lasts.