[Verse 1]
Life's turned into shelves of books full of doodles
Swiftly followed by bowls of cold udon noodles
I'm finding it hard now that the suns still up
And I'm finding that there are kids holding guns still up
I told myself that this year I'd try to be a little colder
Save falling in love for when I grow to be a little older
But it seems in life one man can't stop the cataclysm
Especially not one man who will always refuse to listen
With a moral code based around Nietzsche's aphorisms
My internal monologue is merely constant anarchism
Promised this year id try to be a little colder
Save being too nice and prevent emotions that are bolder
Than abject indifference and emotional poverty
Ignore it when others go to take a shot at me
I'm rubber, you're glue but all the names they stay new
And I stayed amazed at almost everything i can't do
I swore to myself this year I'd be a little colder
Give people tissues to cry in, conserve my own shoulder
But that lasted not one day despite all my chest pains
'Cos when one group lose always the rest gains
What they need to succeed to be frightfully mundane
And what they need to believe that they'll be happy one day
[Bridge]
It doesn't make a difference if I like it or not
This is all i've been given its tough luck that i want it to stop
So insecure and i'm certain you'll laugh at me
Inversely certain that you'll make a pa** at me
It doesn't make a difference if you like me or not
And if you think my music's sh** feel free to hit stop
It doesn't make a difference if you like me or not
And if you think this tracks sh** feel free to hit stop
[Verse 2]
Thank you for showing me that poetry and me are interlinked
Thank you for showing me i can be better than I always think
I hope you dont feel that im stealing your style
I just need a hand to guide me for a little while
I suppose no one else will know who i'm even talking to
And the voice in my head will be nearer to me than you
I think if anything it merely goes to show
That i grew tired of writing about things I didn't know
About d**, money, gats and doing road
I got s**ed in to hip hop like it was the hypnotoad
I didn't plan it, the express space ship to where i am
And i never a gave a f** but occasionally ill give a damn
Even on my deepest track my lyrics stay weak
And I fear in my teens that I may have hit my peak
I wonder who will stay to hear out this one line
Realising the voice they hear from me has never been mine
And go to tell their friends how empty and fake
The lyrics on my soundcloud are that detail my pain
And reciepts serve as evidence once more yet again
That surely this kid here must be f**ed in the brain
The kid soaked in red bull must think that hes so cool
And acts like hes hard when I see him walk round school
He acts so deep like hes planning to k** himself
Trust me mate I can't wait till he k**s himself