I'm so fucking bitter
I can't stop scrolling through Twitter
And I'm losing my head
It's out from underneath my shoulders
And I'm looking in the mirror
My future isn't clearer
And I'm forgetting why I'm here
And always what I ever came for
And I, oh I
Oh no
I'm not winning yet
Because it's so hard to believe
That I will ever get there some day
And I don't remember it
But it'll come to me
Or else I or else I
I might give up on myself
The world is always ending
For some reason we're pretending that an epidemic
It isn't real, isn't present
The stupidity will getcha
Your anxiety will kill ya
And a whole new generation's either numb or medicated
And I, oh I
Oh no
I'm not winning yet
Because it's so hard to believe
That I will ever get there some day
And I don't remember it
But it'll come to me
Or else I or else I
I might give up on myself
Is it the cramps or is my life always this bad
I don't know if I'll ever make it to the other side where skies are blue
And I don't have to pay to stay alive
Or worry about the things we do
I don't want your fake obsessions
I need something real to change
I'm losing my mind
The world is ending all the time and I don't think I can take it
And I'm so bitter yet, I keep forgetting what I'm here for
Forget it
I might give up on myself
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