realisolation Explicit

Defended self, I offend itself Convinced I'll find her when I get to delft A living room filled with a mantelshelf Do I go? its a Continental search, hell It's never worked out, gods fucking with me Others get love, all I get is pitty From above, never had faith cause im whitty The worst people are always the most pretty The wrong people get plaques I'll find her when I fix the cracks In my city, smelling storax Feel it getting worse, trynna give up the acts Money doesnt cover up this gaping hole I get stacks, open up, then play as told It says "stay away" outside my house in bold The truth is at night I just feel cold They say when love comes looking you can't hide Either it didn't ring, or i fucking died In the basement crawled in, locked up inside I want to be wanted, Don't care bout bride I keep going on walks like it'll make a difference Everybody out here get they style from pinterest Solution complicated, the answer simplest You're alone forever, dont give out distrust Its accompanying them, I dont know if I could Is it worth to stay myself when i run out of food? If my walls were people id hug them all with a mood Love just means the order of a magnitude Love just means a taunt that burns your stomach I feel it burning, and my mental plummit Im back where I was, with a pink gunite Usually when there's pressure, I just run it But im not on a road, I'm stuck in a hole Can't dig my way out, dirt is made of gold Dont wanna spend eternity in a cubicle My backup was love, im alone and I'm old Thought it meant enough to be musical It doesnt mean shit, means you're getting bored Hate him, but you pray and call him lord My backup was love, im alone and cold I've been alone and shit, thats too bad Overdose at my desk like twomad No longer stuck and im not sad Cover my phone when i open notepad People's stares make me feel like im a monster Kids back up, all I did was ponder Shouldve made me a renaissancre I just wanna smile, I dont want you somber They live non-repressive forms of government My mind is a fucking tyranny Left that, barber gave me an undercut "Its fine, already suffer from pleurisy" Fucking notice me. Not what I want I do want my person, or I want someone Worse ways of coping, I could hit some chron Callers crying out at my repressive form Theres me, crying out to up above "I can't take it, I need some love!" My problem solution thereof When I go searching, I can't get it off? Let there be fire, some guns dont shoot Some guns burst out, some guns dispute Some rifles have safety on, on mute I don't have guns, I have a passion fruit I'll make it past his prime, and knock them down I can live without love or I leave the town It'll become true, no frown I'll forget it, not in sight, and im gawn Milk the same sound, the bush that im ruffling Sound of me coping with the fact that im struggling When does it end? When do I stop hovering? Trick question, ill be shivering and sputtering