Don't Project Onto Me

You see through my words I speak to your pictures You've seen the world While I sit here Well my old friend How have you been? The world's getting worse Wait till it kicks in If I don't fit I'll camouflage to the wall I'll be your mirage I can be nothing at all I'll be by your side We'll harmonize our complaints We talk like we're old We never act our age I have so much hate Don't want to get into depth I've got nothing left Just my two cents And everyday I break tired Feel uninspired It comes out incomplete Well maybe one day, I'll paint my masterpiece And stop feeling sad When I seem boring If I got some things to say I can jot them in the morning Got a few thoughts now And they're stacking plenty Been scared and stressed out I've gone and missed my twenties My banks been empty I'm dying stretching weeks Trying to ration meals Barely getting any sleep So I keep my t3s For my t4s Trying to keep away All this bad credit score If I don't speak If I can't make the call My phone's been disconnected I hardly talk at all You're saying that you look The picture they paint of you But everything they've drawn Is just from their point of view I know it isn't true And you've grown to change But you're trying not to forget About where you came I can't do the same It hurts that you're behind I've got a lot in my chest Got a lot off my mind All things said We're moving on the course