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All my friends are too busy Wasting their lives getting stoned I don't need that bullshit Maybe I'm better alone Sat in my room been overthinking my feelings Playing FIFA 21 with my demons They're the only ones who know how I truly feel Am I even real? Why is the air trying to suffocate me? Why do I care when people say they hate me? Can't remember what I had for breakfast it's scary To say I'm living life would be so contrary *Isn't it ironic how I tell everyone that everything's okay When I literally wanna slam a door on my head* I've been way too busy spending my life on my phone After this behavior, come and give this dog a bone Lately I've just been so tired And so many things that I don't give a shit about Coming to me with all of your problems Is another thing that I could really do without There's nothing there in my head And getting out of bed is a massive event And I don't really wanna go outside I'm scared that I'll just break down and cry Why is the air trying to suffocate me? Why do I care when people say they hate me? Can't remember what I had for breakfast it's scary To say I'm living life would be so contrary Under my bed, I'm hiding all the monsters Can't see no friends but I'm trying to find my lobster I'm afraid that I'll die from having too much dairy To say I'm living life would be so contrary