Rattlesnakes aren’t born with rattles, every time they shed it adds on a little rattle segment

I don't ever wanna ask Anyone for anything I don't ever wanna know what Anybody thinks about me I'm burnt out On this human thing And I kinda wanna hide But I could never stay offline I could never die And I kinda wanna die But not in a way that you should find concerning Just the normal type Of not wanting to be alive And if you do then you're a liar Sometimes I don't ever wanna ask Anyone for anything I don't ever wanna ask Anyone anything I don't ever wanna talk to Anyone about anything But other than that... I wanna lay in the sun And shed off my skin And shed off the bad things About me And when I'm done I'll have a new skin And a feeling