Yo, I was gonna write a song but my pen broke
And now I'm crying on my own give a [bad word] about my friends though
And now I sit in this lesson, thinking is this depression
Or is my brain still simply missing a section, I'm distant
We all call to bricks in a wall, well I'm the drillbit spinning forcing bits to the fall
And I'm still sick print it like I [bad word] in the pool
In the winter missing and still drippeling bo
I think these days people need to lay of the clichés
Waking each day in the grave for your weeks wage
I play games just to keep sane, and my peeps says "Peace James!"
Nah [bad word] it, He's strange, never gonna behave, never gonna be [bad word] Sweet kid level but he's never gonna reach it, whatever get a clean script
I speak deepness, percieve these with genies to freak with

Hook X2 :

Now I never seen a reason for wishing
And I never seen a need for decision
Have I ever been a creature that creeps in your speaker
I'll never be the creature that didn't

Verse 2 :

Yo, I was gonna read my palm but my eyes burst
As the bright words spiraled my mind but my mind hurts
So now I came to a decision, thinking this isn't living
Swimming in the pit I [bad word] and I [bad word] in
It's triple wishing that got me face down in my sketchbook
I hate sound and a frown is my best look
From here on out I'm just opening experience floating in decision
While I'm close within the millions, hoping I can fly away
And find a nicer life, I hate to cry so I just sit tight and bite my lip to hide the pain
Stay in line with the higher pains and get discount on every slumps that saves, I can buy a brain
But I'm the kind of guy to try that and try again
Why lay in climax and die that's a crying shame
Lay back and try to die in pain
Instead I leave my mind three times as mashed and I cry again