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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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