Self Pity

I can make bitches cum But I can't make them stay None of my friends Understand what I say I'm tired of explaining myself Biting my tongue And screaming for help If I don't think Then I don't breathe And all these thoughts Are tearing me But I don't think you're listening I don't think you're listening I don't think you're listening I don't think you're listening Life as I know it Exists without meaning How egocentric of me To think it should comply With what I'm scheming And to fabricate a purpose Seems less than worthless In a world that struggles To know what truth is If I don't think Then I won't mind I'm just sitting here Biding time But I don't think you're listening I don't think you're listening I don't think you're listening I don't think you're listening