YOU AREN’T REAL, NONE OF THIS IS

Dissociation at it’s finest
I might as well add up the fact that I’m high
And I’m tired of muh fuckas acting like they are different
I can paint the picture better than you ever
Imagine that's its gray and rainy weather
Look outside the window and the fog is setting
Think the storm arising better move behind
Before l redesign you Take the time to lie or
Whatever really moves your mind
I'm tryna piece myself just onе more time
Eyes glow rеd in the dark they shine
Stitches on my heart why I don’t wear it on my sleeve all the time
Yeah Thoughts are slipping Feel my mind is splitting
Yeah My mood/mind done matched the weather
Coldest fucking ever
Part time arsonist
I'm on my bossin' shit
But really I could give a fuck less Talkin shit
Sometimes I disappear
Down to woods where nobody is near
Take a little for that self development
Feel like I needa change for the betterment
But I never really do anything for myself
Walking like a zombie living in my own hell
Nonchalant thoughts make it clear in my mind
Didn’t need you I just needed myself and a little bit of timeime