Handwriting! - Robbed Lyrics

Y'know lately
I sit with my shit in the basement
I'm just afraid of getting robbed
It's the same shit
All my stuff is gone and I can't replace it
Well, just face it
Your Xbox will never see you again
My stuff will leave my bedroom
My desk is empty I can't move
My Game Boy thrown inside a box
It doesn't matter if the doors locked
When I die, do not speak well of me just because I am dead, I am real, I am tangible, Touch me
Bathe in mistakes, scrub your back with my regrets
Wash your hair with my faults
I want my misfortunes to trickle down all of you like snow, so you'll all learn from my life
You'll all f*cking learn
I got robbed