Alone in my room
Suicidal thoughts
Like a voice
Screaming in my head
With a demon stare eyes
Looking at the roof
Listening a trash song from the neighborhood
Thinking if someday all that shit will get better
Look at the weather
It’s changing
And wanna rain my brains out
Wanna rain my eyes out
But I don’t cry
I'm a men
Mens don’t cry
That's what they say
That's what I heard, and what I see

Nobody thinking it’s serious
That's what I feel
Cause all I wanted is make that shit well
Make a good song, I don’t fit well
Like suicideboys or tyler or frank
My inspirations
But I don’t know how to make a good song
Or how to rhyme or how to sing
I am a trash all that I wanted is a dream
But I just cannot wake up
Cause I'm already awake
So many shit that I hate
Now I put that on the plate
Wiegh, eat
It’s not beneath my feet
Yeah yeah I know I could die
Yeah I don’t know how to treat (shit)
I just want to make some beats