To Hey, oh I can't do shit right, I can't learn my lesson. I can't do shit right, take any depressions, listen, roll for a rub, my adult lessons, my friends probably hate me, can't answer a message. So with anxiety always behind me feeling inadequate, so always let's grab a meat, not a raw model, that's not what I strive to be, can't go aside, I'm afraid they'll be fine with me. They're annoyed by my privacy, yeah. And they always ask questions, but my face can't relate, fucking call my own reflection or come near the other day, you got a lot of bad shit and then I'm taking to my grave, got a fucking day with that phone house, a wrestle, trying to day, so I grab the red wine on rainy days and then I pour it, cause I'll let you know the fucking thousand days before I know it, yeah, spend a mull and sigh with my time when I'm scrolling, but I love what it rains, cause I'm a grown phobic.