And now he’s questioning himself and he’s desperate for some help, wondering if he is ever gon’ fit in
Father didn’t treat him well, grew up in a living hell, so insecure but secure, it is fitting
And now he sits alone writing his thoughts on his phone, wondering if anyone out there is listening
And now he looks around, comparing himself to everyone, thinking, who will make his life worth living?
Little boy from an island, never shoulda left therе
Too old to be crying, he nevеr shoulda left then
Inside he’s dying, never shoulda left then
No one’s replying, you’re probably never get there
Little boy from an island, never shoulda left there
Too old to be crying, he never shoulda left then
Inside he’s dying, never shoulda left then
No one’s replying, you’re probably never get there
But it’s okay now, f#ck another up
Pop some pills and stay up
I will slowly fade now
I know that he likes when he feels when he can’t feel at all
When he feels like he could drop the ball
Now he’s making up excuses, running up some deuces
Looking in the mirror and his nose is full of blue sh#t
I know that he likes living in another world
And there’s this girl with stick and poke tattoos
She hates the pills that he would always chew
She’s sick of all the sh#t he had to do
The lies, he always lies to use
And he’s still going manic
Feeling erratic, pop one to fix the past
But that’s not how he planned it
sh#t is satanic
And this is the last time, they talk for a while
Maybe in a past life they both drank the vile
He pushed his friends and crushed some Xans, a small escape
He watched the colors fade to gray
Little boy from an island, never shoulda left there
Too old to be crying, he never shoulda left then
Inside he’s dying, never shoulda left then
No one’s replying, you’re probably never get there
Little boy from an island, never shoulda left there
Too old to be crying, he never shoulda left then
Inside he’s dying, never shoulda left then
No one’s replying, you’re probably never get there
But it’s okay now, f#ck another up
Pop some pills and stay up
I will slowly fade now
I know that he likes when he feels when he can’t feel at all
When he feels like he could drop the ball
Now he’s making up excuses, running up some deuces
Looking in the mirror and his nose is full of blue sh#t
I know that he likes living in another world
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