Twigs

Bright lights be gleaming through my window
Telling me I'm alive but I know one day ima let go
I'm all chocked up like a child with some strep throat
I'm left all alone like I was always wearing headphones
Cuz im the problem child no one took the time to get to know
But what can I say I'm antisocial and I did some dope
So, I just couldn't cope
Nothing numb the pain like that Christmas white snow
Like beautiful white Nikes and these beautiful blonde hoes
Mama always told get richer die slow
But I ain't make buck I ain't neva did a show
Lonely paths of suicide down this wooded road
Broken twigs surround me like depression when I ain't home
I ain't never had a friend I was always be my lone
Even if I did I hate to answer the phone

Bitch fuck that phone