Life like, swipe like a black card
No price but it hurts though
My type with a black heart
Not nice but it works though
Started with her losing her clothes
Now where the fuck is my sweatshirt
Still on the radar to everyone
Wet shirt, standing in the rain again
12 hours sleep, god damn I'm feeling drained again
Real thoughts rushing through my brain again
This is life, reminded by the pain again
I'm nice for myself, not for strangers
That don't even know what my name is
You're mad at yourself if you're mad at me
Guess I'm too chill for anarchy
Never woke up, been stuck in a fantasy
Been shown love growing up, straight vanity
Skin feeling rough through the glove of reality
I can't perish without purpose
Check my feed, I feel so worthless
Check my feed, I feel imperfect