[Intro]
All I feel is misery
I’m tired of the mess you leave
Of the mess you leave, ooh

[Verse]
You keep hurting yourself and you can’t see
You put out your fires with the gasoline
But it pours all on me, all on me (Thrift Store)
Tired of the mess you leave
They say that men don’t cry
I can feel the pulse, but should I let it die?
Or maybe homicide, yuh
Tired of laying in bed with a fucked up head
Tired of tryna be perfect
Question, if I’m worth it
Push away the bad, and focus on the good
Maybe I should quit sincе you think I should
I’m just a lost kid who is misunderstood
All I feel is misery
I look what
I look what I have donе
Writing is a gift to me
A game I never won
A game I never won (Thrift Store)
If all I feel is misery
I wish good luck to my future son
My future son
Waiting for someone to come and hold me
Wish I could go back in time
And understand all my OGs
Lately, been heartbroken so much
Yet, they forgot what is love
Forgot what is love
They forgot what’s love
I forgot