[Verse 1: Antwon]
Who taught you how to do drugs, probably your father
Who gave you issues so you bug and people call you awkward
Not me, reserved feelings run deep
Never to be a part, so to some it's just a mystery
If it's not love then I'm soaking in my misery
Little things help, like holding hands and kissing cheeks
But you'll get sick of me just like I'm fucking sick of you
There's no one in this world, who I guess I feel relation too
I keep to myself now, more reserved
Towards you I feel resentment, no embrace inside your words
To me you feel the same, embrace comes by your nexus
Then I'll do the same and pretend it's not your sex
I'll stumble round the topic when I see mutual friends
I'll tell them I'm all good and I wish you all the best
But inside I hope you died and this shit gets put to rest
When I see you round town I look at the ground, and hide inside my head
Heaven knows I'm miserable
Empty, like when I used to kiss you
I don't miss us but I know there's no convincing you
Cause you think you know what love is and it makes us look so typical

[Hook x2]
When I'm around you I feel a certain rush
I used to fuck with death and get the shakes when I didn't feel her touch
Nowadays I'm not around you much
But when I think about you, I feel my skull crush