Wakin up at 7 just to realise that the week is over

Maybe you could catch up with your friends because youre socially sober

They dont need to know that i dont know

Yeah, i dont know how i feel

Or how to talk for real,

For real,

I cant point out my emotions i guess, yeah the people alike know me less, yeah

I keep, never share, lonely pen, people think that im holy, or blessed

Thas a stretch, thas a bet, I aint popular, on to the next,

They cant stick wit attempts, I pretend to be dead,

And sometimes ill feel good but i

Trip and think that they misunderstood

And sometimes ill just sit there in silence

Hoping an end can just come from this mileage

Wakin up at 7 just to realise that the week is over

Maybe you could catch up with your friends because youre socially sober

They dont need to know that i dont know

Yeah, i dont know how i feel

Or how to talk for real,

For real,