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Yeah, yeah, hey 'Cause I can't do shit right, I can't learn my lesson I can't do shit right, take anti-depressants Illness and welfare robbed my adolescence My friends probably hate me, can't answer a message Filled with anxiety, always be hidin' me Feelin' inadequate's always what's drivin' me Not a role model, that's not what I strive to be Can't go outside, I'm afraid they'd be findin' me Paranoid 'bout my privacy, yeah And they always askin' questions 'bout my face, can't relate Fuckin' caught my own reflection, broke a mirror the other day Got a lot of bad shit that I'm takin' to my grave Got a fuckin' date with death, on house arrest 'til trial date So I grab the red wine on rainy days and then I pour it 'Cause I'll age another fuckin' thousand days before I know it Yeah, I spend 'em all inside, waste my time while I'm scrollin' But I love when it rains 'cause I'm agoraphobic Alright, be easy, this is the last one you'll get I'm not okay, I'm not okay I'm not okay, I'm not okay What's the point? I'm not okay What's the point? I'm not okay This shit is fuckin' difficult
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