How we make it seem.
I feel like shit but its life so fuck it
I get out of bed and hit the ground crushin
Im nuthin today I really feel like im nuthin
Your stuntin today you really look nice
So I pay for my food and feel like giving up on life
But I cant so for now I go to school mad
And where everyone go havent seen that guy dad
Now im sittin here at school thinking everyone so cool
But I cant talk for shit so I sit there like a fool
I just wanna fucking leave
They make it seem like all the freewill you have is to breathe
So I left at around 11:03
Now im walking through the city all these faces lookin at me
But im a piece of shit
I dont care its legit
But ima say shut the fuck up anyway just to be a prick
Now its late im going home
I got a call on my phone
Its my dad he wont be home
So I stay up all night oh no
Now I feel like shit
No sleep ah shit
Go to school same shit
Now my lifes a sinking pit.
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