​i’m too busy in despair: part 2

[Intro]
"I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit.”

[Verse]
Still in the same room stuck with the same shit
Heart still fucked up from the same bitch
Still making songs talking bout the same shit
Still got the same dream, still ain't madе it
Come true, don't come through, I just wanna sleep all day in my room
Fuck thе sun, I'm a bastard son, pack, roll, light, hit, then I pass the blunt
The shit I used to do is only half as fun
I'm more detached than I was, I'm less than half of one
You got lost love, well I never had one, bullshit nonstop so I had to run
So I'm sorry if I leave you behind
Don't even search cause I'm nothing to find
If you see the best in me, I guess you're blind
She had my heart but its too bad that hers wasn't mine
But I don't give a fuck though, fuck her, I'll up and leave out the front door
Fuck you, punk bitch you don't want smoke
I'm fuckin' done, I'll play the hook back once more
Everyday I wake up same old shit, same life same thoughts same all black fit
Mom disappointed with the same damn kid
Still broke, still sad, still real feelings hid
Hate it that I have created this world that I'm in and I cannot erase it
Yeah I make music but that's fucking basic
I just wish that I could make myself face it
I'm in despair hit me up when I'm not
There ain't no pill to fix what I have got
But that smoke chill me out when I am feelin' hot
So I don't give a fuck if my brain gonna rot