Eye bags skin dry
No sleep lungs fried but he's good
Thin clothes stuck face
Head down decay a ripped hood
But he's good
He used to be
That someone who's solace was swimming in switching the mood in a way
A little bit of sink in the day just a little bit
I used to be
Afraid of the future and what it is I'll lose there
I'll find out you're fake
And how much he can make
With letter grades in toxic homes
It's giving him a broken toe
And I hate the way they treat him
They never seem to listen
He's scared about his difference
She's stressed about him missing himself
And he goes to his room and he takes out his eyes
As he goes right to bed just to think for awhile unfelt
And it's hard to go on about nothing that's working out
What I thought and what I was and what I want all because
What I thought and what I was and what I want all because
What I thought and what I was and what I want all because
What I thought and what I was and what I want all because
