What tell the world when no-one’s listening?
Only one’s that pay attention are my mom and friends

Artist puts their soul in their work that people can connect with
And I have nothing to give, I’m ****.
Wah, what a little *****.
Guess the only thing I have to give is self-hatred

Even then, people I admire are clever, I’m dumb
I’d rather be deserted on an island, where’s the ***?

Rarely can I even understand
Verily, a polluted stream is man
Same with man as with the tree
The more the branches struggle to be free
The more the roots dig down deep