GPT-5

I don't care about All the rumors that come out your mouth I don't care about All the prideful glares that make me doubt I don't see the end Of mentions You crave infinittention You want me to go by the way of ketamine injection But I crave love and affection I'm careful by selection I feed my ego seconds I feed my ego Still you won't stop talking Till you see me cry Till I hate the sight of my own eyes Till I trip and fall and want to die Are you satisfied I don't wanna fall Into your calculated haul I don't wanna scream Cause I know it makes you happy But it fucking hurts To fight you You know my weaker virtues You know how insecure I get when others rise and burst through I just want to be happy But I guess I don't deserve to I really don't deserve to I really don't Still you won't stop talking Till you see me cry Till I hate the sight of my own eyes Till I trip and fall and want to die And you tell me to be rational but Thinking's easy Till it fucks with your mind I've been hopeless for most of my life I'll be worthless till the day I die Are you satisfied Hit it Are you satisifed Are you satisfied I'm dead inside