Most days I was alone, steady talking to myself
Cause confiding in my friends is something that would never help
I ask sometimes if they can help me find the help
I'm usually greeted with a greedy feeling they helping themselves
It's weird right?
Why does it feel like I could never switch the gears right?
My car is bruised and used by dudes who move faker than Sangwoo
I can't move through the moss and all the weeds that grew
I'm so rude to myself, feel I lost my youth
My family is super broken, think I lost my roof
They still care, disconnected, bad Wi-Fi use
I'm still here, "Go get it, stop crying you
You ungrateful whore
At eighteen, most people tend to have no home
But, see you got a whole lot to care for
No salesman, got a whole lot to care for
Those sells man not the only way you man for
Can you?" No, go find the right man for it
Life is a war, I keep turrets and I man four
Head artillery, I blow when I can't man no more
I miss the feelings of feeling loved
The feelings of scented hugs
And miss the feeling of feeling my feels at all
I miss my grandpa and grandma, like why you gone?
Death is okay I understand it, but not at all
I'm walking dead, feeling damaged from all my thoughts
Sometimes I feel like I'm for granted, but not for long
I'll solve my problems when my money long
Even then, my momma still would probably hate it all
Even then, my dad still would probably hate it all
Even then, my brother still would never answers calls
And even then, I'd still be alone at heart