Doctor

I don’t like seein’ the doctor, though I should probably
Don’t need a pro to lemme know there’s somethin’ wrong with me
Don’t like seein’ the doctor, though I should probably
Don’t need a pro to lemme know there’s somethin’ wrong with me

I thought that I got ill when my heart broke
I gave it away prior to the lung smoke
Love notes and addiction with false hopes and commitment
And all my bullshit that you didn’t give a fuck for
And what more did I give?
I was far beyond sick
I don’t remember when I had innocence of a kid
Was never vocal, always kept my voice inside of my mouth
Was never good with words instead I fuckin’ rhyme or I shout
So when you hear me maybe think about it
Often talk with a facade made of brick
That’s why I never reveal lots of my shit
And if I do it’s disregarded
Dug myself a spot up in the garden for a coffin
Life, I wanna pause it
I need a rest, but I’m tired of just wasting time
I be upset but won’t retire being safe and kind
Not be a mess, topic on a bucket list of mine
Not depressed, I just don’t want to exist sometimes