prod me mb

my face hurt like hell
and my jaw is swollen
i'm struggling to write
and i hate my motives
can anybody help me now
i don't know how to use my mouth
i'm not like them not at all
i aim real high but i tend to fall
keep on falling down
i can barley move my lips
i think about doing this
over and over again
i can't seem to get a grip
oh they faking and shit
always get stuck on a bitch
you never talking to me
when you need something check in
where my head at
swear imma do it again
and i recollect it i
feel i'm stuck in a pit
i know they don't care
why i'm coming back ? again
my will to live is running out
the more i give
i'm tired of the outcome
i lived through it
i gave what i had
and i ain't mean shit to them
find it funny that's the way things are
you be running
while i'm walking wrong i noticed
copy everything you're so bizarre
you be running
while i'm walking wrong i noticed


lips

𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐦𝐰𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠

all pics by me

Brainroted mexican girl
https://beacons.ai/two_kyo

The last of the white guys with the acoustic guitars. They’re all gone.

lips

ginn