Everyone's a critic
Their whispers got me cryin in my civic
I called my mom like sorry I can't visit
She told me to come home
But I'm drunk broke and alone
Do you ever feel abused
Like gods been f*cking with the rules
Bite my tongue keep my feelings inside me
Smoke my lungs till they scream like a banshee
I know it's wrong
I'm running from my problems but
I feel like i'm a waste of a body
Posing for the photo
They're looking cause I pulled up in a polo
My only friends they use me for the promo
I'm getting high
But If I hit another I might self destruct
You can call me a lover but I don't feel too much
Bite my tongue keep my feelings inside me
Smoke my lungs till they scream like a banshee
I know it's wrong
I'm running from my problems but
I feel like i'm a waste of a body
I'm a waste of a body
I'm a waste of a body
Do you ever feel abused
Like gods been f*cking with the rules
Bite my tongue keep my feelings inside me
Smoke my lungs till they scream like a banshee
I know it's wrong
I'm running from my problems but
I feel like i'm a waste of a body
I'm a waste of a body
I'm a waste of a body