End of Me

I don’t feel good in the slightest I don’t feel good as I write this I only feel good living nightless I only feel good when I’m high as Person with the touch of Midas Don’t really like what I see with my iris So imma close my eyelids That don’t stop my crying But it makes me silent Seeing the same as Byron Imagine a man who needs understanding But you just admire him Wasn’t in my plan to be here When I say plan let me be clear I planned out my whole future It’s fucked I wanted to do her I’m fucked my friend knew her She’s fucked my friend screwed her Don’t she know he’s a loser That’s what my friends say about us That’s why my inbox crowded Out of all my friends I’m the loudest That’s why I’ll smoke on the loudest I don’t like to hear people shouting I don’t like to see people frowning I just wanna make them smile Been my burden Since I was a child I been hurting Like this for a while I been searching Trynna calm down I need assurance Or imma go wild Issa resurgence Of me feeling down Look behind the curtain Driven by a clown I am not certain How to function now But I’d feel sure if If I had a gun blaow I am not certain How to function now But I’d feel sure if If I had a gun blaow Suicidal thoughts lead to suicidal tendencies Who would’ve thought that I would be the end of me