What the fuck do you mean ?
One of a kind won’t find no one like me 
Like a black mirror I stare at my screen 
Wondering where the fuck I’m gonna be 

10 years down man I really don’t know (screaming layered)
Somebody please help can you find my soul (screaming layered)
I’ve been feeling overworked and fucking tired all the time 
And all I’ve really been doing is working on dying 

Over compulsive can’t focus a hypochondriac 
I Fix a made up problem another 
One will come after that 
Why am I afraid of death if I won’t feel a thing ? 
It’s not so much the darkness As fear of the in between 

So I’m 
Puttin my pen to the paper 
I’m opening up my chest
Protraying my self in a lyric 
I’ll keep on complaining that I feel depressed 
I don’t even think that I do any more but I can’t seem to give it a rest 
I think it’s addiction to feeling the feeling of writing releasing the stress

My inner virtues are clouded by my misjudgments 
A mantra of my thoughts an entanglment I can’t function 
Down a fith of vodka and get quick to passin judgment 
Guess I’ve just been taught I’m better off making assumptions

WORKINGONDYING | PROD. TYDAVID

Procrastinating Artist of No Creativity.

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