Eye bags Skin dry No sleep Lungs fried But he's good Thin clothes Stuck face Head down Decay A ripped hood But he's good He used to be That someone who's solace was swimming in switching the mood in a way A little bit of sink in the day Just a little bit I used to be Afraid of the future And what it is I'll lose there I'll find out you're fake And how much he can make With letter grades and toxic homes It's giving him a brown toe And I hate the way they treat him They never seem to listen He's scared about his difference She's stressed about him missing himself And he goes to his room and he takes out his eyes