Are people their opinions based on reality
Desperately trying to find consistency
Being unable to meaning anarchy
Realizing facts are fallacies

Or is reality based on people their opinions
Finding a way out of being god's minions
People stranded, counting millions
People clueless, depressed civilians

He reminds me of a cool breeze of air
He makes me smile
This scares me
I love this new experience

I hope he doesn’t **** me over
I hope he doesn’t take advantage of me
I hope he loves me for me

can i just say
karma is gonna **** you

how do you live with yourself
i almost feel sorry for you
for what will inevitably come

it’s the ones like you
who take longer to get over
isn’t it exhausting
to throw people around
like they’re nothing

what the hell happened to you
what makes you do what you do
do yourself a favor
confront your own trauma

try and feel something for once
i deserve better
thinking about you
makes me sick

in your dark room
on your fish pillow
i dwell on your touch
i feel it everywhere

being quiet so no one hears
we weren't supposed to be
doing what we were

you didn't leave any trace
but i wish you had

what was i to you?
you don't even realize
i never learn

and to make it worse
i’d do it again

you say you don’t remember
and it hurts
because i won’t ever forget
i guess that’s what i get

what made you choose me?
i wanna know but
i can't bring myself to ask

when i see you next
i don't know how i'll feel
would you do it again?

I hate people that are fake
I stake those people and throw them in a lake
I'll pop their eyeballs with some darts
I smoke another spliff with some lofi and Mozart
I choke once again on your empty-*** platitudes
I see you think you're all high but you're on low altitude
I notice you think you're so great but I hate your attitude
I despise the fact that you'll probably call me crude
I laugh at the idea that you won't make it, dude