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(F*ck) I get in my head I don't know what's said Shouldn't i just be dead Straight about it, what he said Saturdays are sadder days again Luxuries are far from me, instead i Panic about it, and i'm falling Inside the trap of me again I'm 2 bottles deep of pink prosecco wine I've been having dreams of living better lives I've been feeling lonely but they all think that i'm shy Yeah yeah, yeah 3704 7734 what the f*ck do i even breathe for What the f*ck do i even sleep for Just let me die on the sleek floor I don't think that i will know which direction i should really go (I don't know) I don't really wanna open my eyes F*ck, i, yeah I get in my head I don't know what's said Shouldn't i just be dead Straight about it, what he said Saturdays are sadder days again Luxuries are far from me, instead i Panic about it, and i'm falling Inside the trap of me again You can go You can go back You can go (Yeah) You can go back You've been raging i've been feeling Trippie too I thought it was me but it was all you Don't you fucking ask me where i go Trust me bitch you will never know