Indecision breeds obsession
Overthinking every lesson
You would think I’d pick a side
I can’t run but I can hide
If I say nothing that means everything
I am running out of words to sing
I’m running out of time
And excuses for my lines 

Making too much out of nothing
Making nothing out of something
I can scream and shout
The words aint coming out
Afraid of people and myself
I’m strangling my mental health
Over people who never cared
Over too many things that blare

Anxiety is killing me
I don’t know what I should be
To afraid to speak for myself
I Can’t stand anyone else

Indecision breeds indifference
To many choices I’ve been given
I guess I’m just to scatterbrained
To act remotely fucking sane
I don’t care and I can’t speak
I guess I’ll take it on the cheek
I guess that I just talk too fast
Happiness will never last

Arguing all over nothing
I just really wanna do something
Am I helpless or just lazy
What is it I don’t see?
Optics games and optics lines
All along something to prize
Of dignity or blind old luck
I think that I’ve just had enough

Anxiety is killing me
I don’t know what I should be
I think plenty for myself
But those words aren’t coming out of my mouth

Fencesitter

black ops

exit wounds

soundcloud shit

sellout

ss-ep

wide awake

silence in my room
the night sky shines thru
it's way too bright
curl up in a ball, ill b alrite

red room on the web
heyy
i jst wna get beheaded

lonely retreat
so cold, my hands bleedin'
on my guitar
i feel the strings, i feel between the bars

red room on the web
heyy
i jst wna get beheaded

heyy
red room on the web
heyy
i jst wna be dead

heyy
red room on the web
heyy
watching these people get death



red room

you guys have GOT to stop deleting your songs. i hate having my playlists be incomplete! jeez. anyway i'm gonna be gone for a while soon so here's a little gift before i go. i appreciate all my fans!

fwuppy - PEACHY 2

I wanna kill myself
I wanna kill myself
I don't want anybody's help

I wanna hurt myself
I wanna hurt myself
I don't want anybody's help

What can you do when you're sad and blue?
What can you do?
I'm down and I'm used up
I hope I don't run out of luck

I wanna kill myself
I wanna kill myself

I wanna hurt myself
I wanna hurt myself
I don't want anybody's help

What can you do when you're sad and blue?
What can you do?
I'm down and I'm used up
I hope I don't run out of luck

I wanna kill myself
I wanna kill myself
I wanna kill myself
I wanna kill myself
I wanna kill myself

I actually love my Mom by the way, this is just a parody.

So draining
All Mom's complaining
Nagging me all day long
To walk the dog
I'm ignoring
Because that's boring
Instead I'm gonna
Play some Fortnite
Sorry but school was hard on me all week
And now that it's finally Saturday
I'm getting on my PS5 and I'm just gonna play
So stop annoying me, 'cause I don't do my chores
(I don't do my chores)

I don't do my chores
No I don't
And I freaking won't
I don't own the home
I don't do my chores
No I don't
I don't clean my room
I don't push the broom
I don't do my chores, they're such a bore,
So I'll play instead, Mom I wish you were dead
Yeah maybe later
but don't count on that
bother someone else
or do them yourself

I guess that's why I'm getting grounded yet again
I don't listen to my Mom, she's a dumb woman
"BILLY!"
MOM SHUT UP!
I know why you and Dad broke up
Why don't you have him wash the dishes
or is he still seeing his other missus?

Sorry but I'm too cool and doing chores is gay
And I don't really feel like doing them anyway
I'll just stay in my room and play some videogames
I won't unlock my door
'cause I don't do my chores, I don't do my chores

I don't do my chores
No I don't
And I friggin won't
I'd rather play some more
I don't do my chores
No I don't
I don't pick up trash
I don't cut the grass
I don't do my chores, Mom you're a whore,
and I'm in a match, I got a dub to catch

then maybe later
now just get off my back
and cut me some slack
you can kiss my sack

I Don't Do My Chores (Parody of Gezebelle Gaburgably's I Don't Speak To Whores)

your fault

Open it up 
Rip through my chest 
I hope that your’e at peace now 
Separate my blood from my pain
Remove all my worries put it to rest 
Discard the less I feel like trash now 
Beg for it all to come to and end 
To an end 

Pick up the pieces 
Don’t let them all fall back down 
Between the seasons I can feel so hopeless now 
We can all feel so hopeless deep down 
In all our minds it can be so hard to try 

Open it up 
Rip through my chest 
I hope that your’e at peace now 
Separate my blood from my pain
Remove all my worries put it to rest 
Discard the less I feel like trash now 
Beg for it all to come to and end 

With open arms I embrace this loss 
Another loss I wear on my heart 
Give em hell kid you were a loss 
Give em hell kid you were a loss 
Give em hell kid you were a loss 

Open it up 
Rip through my chest 
I hope that your’e at peace now 
Separate my blood from my pain
Remove all my worries put it to rest 
Discard the less I feel like trash now 
Beg for it all to come to and end

fwuppy - PEACHY 2

lizardboykyle