Yeah, I'm lousy, and the stress remains the thing that tries to drown me, I guess downing bottles never was an issue all around me
I can run around my halls, bouncing off the fucking walls, won't nobody have a c-l-u-e at all
But unfortunately, they call me deadbeat like picking sports with me
No one in my life ever supported me, no one called and asked me how's my day since I was digging up my grave, just a couple drinks a day will make me feel all a-o-k
Yeah, I'm a hot mess, I guess that it's okay to be upset
I was fine, but I was lying with a bullet through my chest
I hide my face of all the emotions when depressed
It's okay that no one listens when there's shit that's on my chest
Yeah, I'm a hot mess, I guess that it's okay to be upset
I was fine, but I was lying with a bullet through my chest
I hide my face of all the emotions when depressed
It's okay that no one listens when there's shit that's on my chest
Yeah, I'm a fucking mess, would've thought by now you could've guessed
There's just no one on my side to pat my back and be impressed
Even with how hard I try, it always ends with them upset
I just guess I am not fit enough for dealing with the best
I just need someone to be there on my side for some involvement
But when I reach out my hand, they always guess there's something wrong with it
Im problematic, do something to act dramatic, I guess that I will go down as a mess, because I've had it
Wow, I can't believe it's going down
I'm a mess, man, aren't you just so impressed I'm now around?
I just gotta get some money, move my ass out of this town
I'm getting so fucking tired of dealing with these runarounds
Be surprised if someone knew if I was 6 feet in the ground
How much times was there when I was out the picture? Cannot count
All these years alive, but yet, my happiness, I've never found
Happier if I just watch my drips I've sipped and plainly drown
Yeah, I'm a hot mess, I guess that it's okay to be upset
I was fine, but i was lying with a bullet through my chest
I hide my face of all the emotions when depressed
It's okay that no one listens when there's shit that's on my chest
Yeah, I'm a hot mess, I guess that it's okay to be upset
I was fine, but I was lying with a bullet through my chest
I hide my face of all the emotions when depressed
It's okay that no one listens when there's shit that's on my chest
Guess that it's okay to be up, set
Usually I'm never this depressed
Fucking tired of all this shit I can't control
Losing myself, man I just gotta get a hold
Lonely room, would end it if I make a hole
Hope the grief will never make family swole
Yeah I know that this was never one my goals
Let em know that I'll see them when im, fuck
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