What if this is my last?
What if I jump off edge over shit in the past?
What if we never feel the feelings we once had?
All my insecurities I rumble with that (yeah)
I still rumble with that
I met me someone
She got new breast
The split up was messy, shouldn't mention that
I really mean it
The voice it got depth
Still in the same room right before you left
Experiment with all type of shit, yeah it's bad for me
They say I'm self-destructive baby, but it's hard to see
I thought I had it all
And then I lost all
Is it really real or are you clapping before the fall?