I'm starting to think I'm mentally sick
Maybe I'm sicker then sick
Maybe I'm just to f*cked in the head
To know how to live
I think I'm truly unlovable
I don't know what it is or how it is
To feel that special to someone
And have a home to talk about my shit
Or feel happy to know that I exist
I'm always gonna be alone in this sick cold world
To many times I was hurt or f*cked over by a girl
Now I'm letting muthaf*ckas
Know I'm better without that stress
I gotta express my feelings with what I do best by
Making my music and smoking my presh
Every minute in my head sad thoughts I collect
But yet
I'm trynna do better for me
I'm seeing people I want to see for me
I'm alone but I'm alone with me
I so sick of me but I can't be done of me
I got to many people to meet and places
To visit the voices will keep me company
I hope all of my dead homies
Spread their wings and be free
