Who the Fuck Are You to Tell Me What to Do

Now my brain’s awake
Maybe I’ll convince myself I should finally quit
Finally quit, you’re so shit, no success for accepting

Now In a phaser state
I will look at myself and dream of failure
Think I used to be braver
I am the saint and my cells are saviors

You’re a spanner turn away from locking yourself in constant depression
And you keep on leaning on it
Like you don’t give a fuck if you die or not

What if I don’t though?
That’s such a lie bruv, you get enough love

Where did this tension come from?
Over there
I know exactly where it came from
From that state

Trying to make sense of this

Broken but maintained
Sorry bruv what’s your name?
Sold out but still true to myself

When I wake up I’m the opposite of bold sitting on the bed side cold holes in my soul galloping over myself kicked out of control making sure I stay this low