i'm too busy in despair: part 2

Still in the same room stuck with the same shit
Heart still fucked up from the same bitch
Still making songs talking bout the same shit
Still got the same dream, still ain't made it

Come true, don't come through
I just wanna sleep all day in my room
Fuck the sun, I'm a bastard son
Pack, roll, light, hit, then I pass the blunt

The shit I used to do is only half as fun
I'm more detached than I was, I'm less than half of one
You got lost love? Well I never had one
Bullshit non-stop so I had to run

So I'm sorry if I leave you behind
Don't even search cause I'm nothing to find
If you see the best in me, I guess you're blind
She had my heart but its too bad that hers wasn't mine

But I don't give a fuck tho
Fuck her, I'll up and leave out the front door
Fuck you, punk bitch you don't want smoke
I'm fucking done, I'll play the hook back once more

Everyday I wake up same old shit
Same life, same thoughts, same all black fit
Mom disappointed with the same damn kid
Still broke still sad still real feelings hid

Hate it that I have created this world that I'm in
And I cannot erase it
Yeah I make music but that's fucking basic
I just wish that I could make myself face it

I'm in despair, hit me up when I'm not
There ain't no pill to fix what I have got
But that smoke chill me out when I am feeling hot
So I don't give a fuck if my brain gonna rot