woke up feeling like the trash I couldn’t take out
too depressed to cook its looking im getting take out
running out of music like I’m waiting for my breakout
and stress about me moving means my face starting to breakout - damn
like I wish I could check on myself earlier
or that I built myself and future plans on something sturdier
more that I complain It starts to drain I feel embarrassed
like there’s too much to be grateful for so whys it I can’t manage
I can’t do this I feel useless in my skin
if life’s a game I doubt I’m here to try and win
Im happier beside the bench helping others fight their fight
the way they told me it was dark so that i’d only see their light
so artificial cold
carelessly bought and sold
I'm fighting to fit a mould
feeling foolish
family still love me tho and tell me ai can do this
but I don’t believe
I can barely breathe under all this
grey
nothing more to say
digital decay
under all this grey