Last Thursday

 

My life so awful it feels like I’m dreaming
I don’t care about your problems
Girl get out your feelings
Don’t care about you ignoring me
Don’t need love or a liability
So tired of feeling empty
So tired of girls like you never feeling guilty
Leftover pills from the surgery
It’s a life or death situation
Mixed it with alcohol
God and I are about to have a conversation
I don’t care anymore, I want to die
Please don’t ask me why and kill my high
Figured out you just wanted attention
The same girl always questioning everyone’s intention
Yeah, it’s been an honor not so much a pleasure
Now I know I can’t even trust good girls anymore
I’ve made up my mind
I’m about to fade away
So done with my life
Let alone today

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