Brain Rot

How doing there how’s it’s going

Oh you’re feelin very alone

You just had to let someone know

And you had no where else go

You’ve been on the floor

For 2, 3 days or more

You’ve never felt quite this sore

Like the devils right at your door

Am I good don’t know if humans are

Inherently but as far as I can see

We make our choices rather poorly

And I don’t know I know where I belong

What’s the point of even writing songs

If I don’t have a reason

Sitting here in my own thoughts

Just waiting for my brain to rot

Sounds like you’re going through a lot

That’s it right there on the dot

And I just don’t know what to do

I think that I’ve run out of bulls to shoot.

Maybe my mental state is self induced

It wont be long now,

Till i go on home

I wish all the voices

Would leave me alone

And its so much better now

But I know their not gone

Cause when I least expect it

They all come back on

You’ve been on the floor

For 2, 3 days more

You’ve never felt quite this sore

Like the devils right at your door

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