I'm normally so good at pretending bro
But I can't pretend to be ok anymore
Cu if the world won't change for me
It's me who has to change right
But why change when there's no point to this shit
Cuz If life is what you make it
Then life is everything, and nothing at the same time-it just depends on who's looking at it
So what's the point of sitting here trying to figure out who's side I'm on
When every second brings me closer to death
I know you can't understand
The relentless pain hasn't crippled your heart just yet
Demented thoughts have yet to ravish and torment your mind
But that's good--cuz the less you understand me the better
The better chance I have at survival,
Because maybe then, and only then, will you be strong enough
To pull me into the realm that fuels your optimism
Maybe then I'll see the world through your eyes
Maybe then I'll be the one to understand you
However until then
I have no choice but be loK3YTeej; born to suffer
Because suffering is The epitome of this unfortunate and unforgiving reality
Reality
Nah, nah, nah
While, I'm lonely enough to cry aye aye
I'm still, holding on to mine
Eyes, flood to my surprise
I still, hope for my Demise
I feel, I'm still so real
I tell myself I'm me, that's how I get by
I feel, I'm still too chill
But I can't let you see
I'm dying on the inside
Nobody nahgo understand me
Cuz No matter how mi try
It already too late, cuz mi give up long time
LoK3Y! Uhh