Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known

I waste my time on your mind
Only gotta worry 'bout myself, not you
But somehow, I keep riding the same cycles
I'm still on you

I waste my time in your eyes
Piercing through your pupils every four, five
Perceive me through and through
You see me, through and through
You see me through and through

[Left at London]
Used to sleep inside aslyums
Once you've been to one, you've tried 'em all
Cause it always feels like the same place
Devil with same face, asking "How does fame taste?"
What's the namesakе?
(I'ma change the name up)
Got a fеw more
(Thought that they were made up)
And if you know nothing on the subject
Shut up! and let me talk, please
You don't gotta act like that
You don't gotta be that wa–it a minute
Let me say, you don't know shit 'till you're in it
I've been praying for a better day
Since my last bad day, which was yesterday
Since my last worst day, I've been so alone
It's the price I pay for being known