[intro]
Therapist room, tick tock
Shit.....
Guess i gotta talk about my problems now (like a therapist?) like a therapist
I dont do this often, i gotta use this poor excuse of a song as a diary

[Verse 1]
Truth be told, im insecure
Sometimes, i can't reach the pedal when im driving a car
(nah, nah, that one was a joke, don't uh, don't take that seriously)
What else...
Sodacan opening
Im pissed off, i hide my issues
I never accept when someone offers me a tissue
Uh..
I can bearly reach the top cabinent
I was never able to get an e-girl, made me feel like i was bad at it
I used to be an outcast
I've never....uhhh
*tick, tock*
I always dream of being a king
It's such a consequence
I everyday of money & fame
But deep down i know that's not a good idea

[Outro]

Ugh, i'm out of motivation
Yeah, you know I'm kinda new to this songwriting thing so
*tick tock*
*tick tock*
*tick tock*