I hate the big PS, I hate the people who take my shit out of context
And when I got black shoes they acting like I worth less
Maybe they right or wrong because sometimes I feel worthless
And you a random guy why are you now my idle
Why are your comments over my head like a bible
I could recite you because that love is vital
Why do I like you when this shit is in high school
Why's Christmas time the right move to leave all of the nice food
Good days like an ice cube then hits me like a typhoon
I seen them all using the right moves, attempting to step up on my stool
And then I start thinking I'm like you, but I ain't like you
I'm stoic on the outside but it hurts
Every time I lose a little bit of my self worth
Seeing my own friends joining the pack, yeah it hurts
And I ain't gonna go for something short yeah I ain't curt
I start thinking that its me, cos my tone sounded whispy
I been acting like if I don't win the world is now ending
I should think that while pretend, too much gloating and telling
That's why I started to feel it when they talked about my things
In the "menslink" I was in and his story that he sent
Got me thinking that I've got all that it takes to be a friend
But the principles don't end, and there's people that resent
Finally they out my head, we can start again from here yeah