look me in my face

Can’t tell the difference between dreaming and flying
The back door is open. the people denying
There’s been a void with some shame
My friends felt like flowers
It’s been too long how much can i say i’m a god
When I’m still here talking bout grammies and fuck me
And im all about pretending that i’m happy for others
When my puddles feel like pure stress and my own noise
Making me def
Im used to how the ringing hurts im waiting for her
Im gonna have to put the pain aside
The more i think the more ill fuckin die
Im done with doing what i used to do
Woke culture
Rain on me
Feels bloody
More bodies
Can’t promise
What it feel like
Lets party
That’s what y’all like