A nympho with attachment issues
Love the bed but hate the people
Can't let myself show emotion
Feeling mid but acting evil
Can't communicate for shit
Can only write a song about it
Wish I could say what I mean
But I can't because
Swore I'd never be like this
From the time I was a kid
Climbing trees and making friends
But that's not how I am now is it
Smoking Mary every night
Tolerance got way too high
I don't feel a thing no more
Nothing makes me satisfied
Waking up at 4pm
Living from inside my bed
Put both my hands on my head
Close the door please don't come in
All my time spent on a screen
Everything feel like a dream
Always waking always clouded
I don't know a thing about it
I don't know what's wrong with me
Used to live so honestly
Now I can't tell if I'm fine
Or if I need some therapy
Taking meds is right for me
Taking meds is wrong for me
Take some meds you'll feel okay
But doing drugs is bad for me
Tell me something's wrong with me
Doc give me that diagnosis
Tell me how to fix myself
Show me how to live so well
Did I make it up myself
People on the internet are fine
So why ain't I f*cking hell
F*cking hell
Blaire Bombshell - Synthetic Delusion V.5.2 Lyrics
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A nympho with attachment issues
Love the bed but hate the people
Can't let myself show emotion
Feeling mid but acting evil
Can't communicate for shit
Can only write a song about it
Wish I could say what I mean
But I can't because
Swore I'd never be like this
From the time I was a kid
Climbing trees and making friends
But that's not how I am now is it
Smoking Mary every night
Tolerance got way too high
I don't feel a thing no more
Nothing makes me satisfied
Waking up at 4pm
Living from inside my bed
Put both my hands on my head
Close the door please don't come in
All my time spent on a screen
Everything feel like a dream
Always waking always clouded
I don't know a thing about it
I don't know what's wrong with me
Used to live so honestly
Now I can't tell if I'm fine
Or if I need some therapy
Taking meds is right for me
Taking meds is wrong for me
Take some meds you'll feel okay
But doing drugs is bad for me
Tell me something's wrong with me
Doc give me that diagnosis
Tell me how to fix myself
Show me how to live so well
Did I make it up myself
People on the internet are fine
So why ain't I f*cking hell
F*cking hell
Love the bed but hate the people
Can't let myself show emotion
Feeling mid but acting evil
Can't communicate for shit
Can only write a song about it
Wish I could say what I mean
But I can't because
Swore I'd never be like this
From the time I was a kid
Climbing trees and making friends
But that's not how I am now is it
Smoking Mary every night
Tolerance got way too high
I don't feel a thing no more
Nothing makes me satisfied
Waking up at 4pm
Living from inside my bed
Put both my hands on my head
Close the door please don't come in
All my time spent on a screen
Everything feel like a dream
Always waking always clouded
I don't know a thing about it
I don't know what's wrong with me
Used to live so honestly
Now I can't tell if I'm fine
Or if I need some therapy
Taking meds is right for me
Taking meds is wrong for me
Take some meds you'll feel okay
But doing drugs is bad for me
Tell me something's wrong with me
Doc give me that diagnosis
Tell me how to fix myself
Show me how to live so well
Did I make it up myself
People on the internet are fine
So why ain't I f*cking hell
F*cking hell
Writer: Nathan Hofer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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