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A toast to the ones who are here
My fears
Write a song and I feel amazing
To tie it all, it is so adjacent, I know

Everyone is on my case
I can't get out this maze
Of constant regret and constant rethink
I need to rethink
If my last album was more than just an escape
For revenge

I have every reason to go smoke pot
Dealing drugs at the lot
Get a spoon with the swab
Be a loser and go rot
But, I guess i'm not
Does that mean i'm too weak, or too strong?
I've been sitting on this thought, for far too long
I've been tempted lately, with what be going on
The only drug i'm doing is writing good songs

Does that make sense?
I don't care if it does, i'm gonna embrace this
I'm not gonna fake this
No one gonna take this
My ex really hate this
My ex loved me until her friends told me that I ain't it
Why am I so hated?
I'm tired talking bout women who broke me into hatred
I'm tired talking bout women who made me to a fake friend
That's why I make amends
Why do you get praised for doing basics?
While my soul gets taken by the fake-ness
That's what makes me wanna get faded

Am I burden?
Everywhere I go
Chaos is inside my bag
And it lingers on my clothes
That explains why my dad
Tries to hurt me when i'm cold
Who knows?
I stench of heartbreak and annoyance
My father tried to hit me
And I am a disappointment
Least that's what my mother said to me
I know that i'm avoided
And I know that i'm a jerk
And sometimes I can be annoying
And I know my overthinking is exhausting and is luring

A toast to the ones who are here
Get my notes and write my fears
Write a song, and I feel amazing
To tie it all, it is so adjacent, I know
A toast to the ones who are here
Get my notes and write my fears
Write a song, and I feel amazing
To tie it all, it is so adjacent, I know

"You're okay" how you supposed to know?
You don't believe in heartbreak, yeah you been alone
That is such a little term, I don't like to use it, tho
I've been so emotional, so it's been inside my notes
Cause that little term made me run away
And made me try to kill myself, hurting everyday
That little term made me sprain my hand, yeah I punched me in the face
Destroyed my entire room
Mom saw the cuts on my veins

Yeah, whatever call me cringe
You don't know how it is
To feel someone betray you
Without even a reason
Brother says i'm tweaking
Cause i'm hurt at fifteen
I wish I was just dreaming
But that's not what it seems
Maybe I am tripping
I have seen worse things
I guess I am dramatic
And my hurt is non believe
Or maybe you're delusional, when it comes to real things