disasters

Punch the glass when I look in the mirror
Wish this storm could just get cleared up
Every day the end gets nearer
Life is sour, tastes so bitter
Keep it lowkey, nothing major
It’s all love, I don’t have any haters
Cut my skin, it’s red from razors
You ain’t real, you just a faker
Life played out, it’s like a movie
Scripted, but I follow loosely
Indecisive, pick and choosing
Your a loser, I’m assuming
Nothing matters, getting plastered
Forget all about disasters
Wish I could fucking die faster
Wake up feeling sickly after
Speaking public to th masses
I’m so blind need to get some glasss
Play this song when I’m in my casket
Turn this shit into a classic
Substances, body’s polluted
Alcohol, my only fluid
Music, it’s just therapeutic
Feelings confusing, elusive
Punch the glass when I look in the mirror
Wish this storm could just get cleared up
Every day the end gets nearer
Life is sour, tastes so bitter
Keep it lowkey, nothing major
It’s all love, I don’t have any haters
Cut my skin, it’s red from razors
You ain’t real, you just a faker