Semicolon;Interlude
Sitting in the corner of my room
Don’t know what to think or do
I put in the effort and try to make a move
But I never win I always lose
Cut off the love like circulation
Murder my heart, assassination
Here is a demonstration
Let it dry out call it dehydration
Splitting us apart like a semi colon
I’m very tired but still awoken
I coughing on your bs
I am chocking
I like being me is that a problem
Sorry my bars don’t say what you want them
My Gucci shoes I never bought them
More green than a nice autumn
Why do people hate me I’m curious
All these girls are delirious
When I tell them they get furious
Now I’m done with this song period