(Quit it!)
What the fuck I'm doin' with my life
I cannot tell no more
I'm livin' on an empty stomach
Sleepin' in the grassy floor of consciousness
I need a magic conch for this
I'm feelin' less like cod, the fish
Have nothing in their head
I'm livin' like the dead
No one gave a fuck 'bout how I felt 'til I was almost 12
"Your son had to walk down to the creek"
I tried to drown myself
I ain't know it wouldn't work
But that don't change the lonely feel
My dad said it was all for attention that I hate myself
I cut myself at 10 'cause I didn't want my momma mad
I slit my wrists at 12 'cause I wanted my own blood real bad
I shouldn't have to tell you why I'm sad for you to get me help
I shouldn't have to cry without a sound just to relive myself
I gave up on my hope
I was almost 13, when she told me that she hate me
Not the closure that I need
Told me that she felt sorry late in 2023
So like nine years of my life were wasted on these stupid things
Petty me, I pity me, I'm not who I pretend to be
If I was Trace instead of Saturn, I'd be hanging on a tree
I hate that person more than you can see, it's really sad to me
How joyful we would used to be before they made her rid of me
The fuck am I doin' with my life
I cannot tell no more
I'm livin' on an empty stomach
Sleepin' in the grassy floor of consciousness
I need a magic conch for this
I'm feelin' less like cod, the fish
Have nothing in their head
I'm livin' like the dead
What the fuck am I doin' with my life
I cannot tell no more
I'm livin' on an empty stomach
Sleepin' in the grassy floor of consciousness
I need a magic conch for this
I'm feelin' less like cod, the fish
Have nothing in their head
I'm livin' like the dead