Feeling like I’m ill
The wounds inside my heart are difficult to heal
Feels like there’s a gun pressed against my head
I just wish that she was holding my hand instead
She got her own mind, yeah I know, can’t be controlled by me
Gave it twice the effort, still she chose to let it be
Late night, feeling lonely
Wish she’d be my one and only, but she never agrees
’Cause she don’t like my flow

Rich kids taking over this game
Guess it’s never gonna be my turn, can’t afford Yohji anyway
They tell me sharpen my tongue, make my words cut clean
But it’s never been easy for a heart this heavy
Cash in my hands, still I’m feeling anxiety
Barely made it through my compulsory years of schooling
In their eyes, my pain ain’t tragic enough to mean anything
Would everything be better if I had that Rollie on me?

Optimists calling it nothing but self-pity
But insecurity and anxiety fill my body
Sometimes I think about Cobain, pulling that trigger
Shawty, without you, I can’t go on much longer
Honestly, sometimes I wish someone would shoot me down
When I’m sad, I really wanna leave this country
Can’t control all these thoughts about you
There’s always an ocean between us

If one day I become a rockstar, would you finally care?
The pills calm me down, but they bring you back everywhere
Take off the mask, no more pretending I’m okay
I got the feeling
Really got the feeling inside me, I just can’t escape