w a s t e

The hardest part is starting over, no matter which angle you embrace
They pretty much just staying sober, cold as Winter Frosty's face
The hardest part is getting older, choosing wisely for your fame
The shity snarky slithering cobra, siphoning your poison ways
I be(been) in my room like a reject
On that alabaster gloom feeling depressed
Gonna stand for hella long
Need to re-check
If I call myself an artist, 'nedda re-spec.
I'm so honest honest honest gonna fuck everything up
'Cause I felt the buzz(?) it's great, but I got lost in it's rush
Had to touch, it's my crotch, maybe for once I'll be clutch
Never mind, overslept
Wish my self-destructive run
(Okay)
I'm sweating looking at this twitter page(?)'
I need to find a new escape or just break away
'Cause it's bar after line
After verse have to party
It's a curse, it's my body it's why fucking want to be seen or heard
Hide behind the words
All I know is bite the bullet and just feel the hurt.
Must be something wrong with my brain
Chemistry
But it's a Friday after noon
Only a quarter past three
(Music)