you think you must be magic
everyone around you saddened
you thinking that you funny, buddy,
i don't hear no laughing
maturity is lacking
that's plenty of the masses
got me steady counting sheep
when you bringing all that action
you a faggot like it's automatic
all that i can assume is that your childhood was fucking tragic
you can't see the picture pussy get some glasses
you can't step into my world because your airhead is massive
nails painted black you people labelled me a freak
have you felt isolated, blue pilled geek
you living in a house with your parents not the streets
no callus on your hands, have you struggled at the least?
how will you survive when your world starts to end?
getting fucked up in a room, fake friends
in your 40s feeling lonely was your time well spent
writhe all alone until you croak in your bed