Who would've thought my birthday would be the worst day?
The close ones forgot, but should I have expected more in the first place?
I sit in my apartment depressed and all alone,
Getting comfort from bumping 2pac in my headphones,
I guess we can relate because we're misunderstood,
And society always keeps their eyes on us like we're up to no good,
But having no one to talk to is driving me towards insanity,
And every time I close my eyes I'm having suicidal fantasies,
Going to sleep but waking up from night terrors,
Getting carried away in a casket by the Paul Bearers,
Try to text for help, but people just keep ignoring me,
If only I can be someone's top priority,
Or only if I had a father figure,
Because every time I look at my dad, I see him as an ordinary nigga,
These days, when I'm down, I refuse to lean on someone's shoulder,
Because everyone I've ever trusted has fucked me over,
I swear I'm going to suffer until my last breath,
I can’t take the left road because nothings ever right and I can’t take the right road because I have nothing left,
People say I feel you, but they don’t feel me,
Not even with the thickest pair of glasses could they see my life clearly,
All I ever wanted was for someone to hear me,
But now they say I’m an asshole, so now most people fear me,
I tell the old me to wait, I’m gonna make it back,
I’m just cruising on the wrong road trying to figure out where the brakes are at,
So if I don’t talk to you no more, don’t trip; I’m just watching who I’m fucking with,
I call it “finding myself”; but you just think I’m on some other shit.