I fight for my friends
You'll get no sympathy from me
I just lost my card, I don't have any money
I'm failing all my classes, I'm sleeping really funny
I think that I'm depressed, I haven't got it checked
I also can't dress, I'm losing to my stress
I need new clothes, I need a new job
Maybe a new hobby that doubles as a job
My hands are always ashy, even when I use lotion
It makes me feel silly when I feel I'm healing backwards
Body dysmorphia is my middle name
I really hate my body, I really hate my face
I like to smoke weed, it helps with my emotions
Cause I don't wanna feel like I'm being a burden
I needa new love, I can't fake it anymore
And I don't wanna feel like I can't do this anymore
And I can't kill myself or I won't do this anymore
And I can't get help it doesn't help me anymore
I hope I die young even tho it isn't fair to my mom
So I'll try my best and I'll treat my mind with care
But if I had my way, lord knows I wouldn't be around
But I just hope I find piece when I'm lowered in the ground