And I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for me

And I'm sorry that this wasn't meant to be

Apples fall from trees, Apples fall from trees

Apples fall from trees, Apples fall from trees

Write this at it's sloppiest

We ain't no synonyms, ain't nobody stopping it

Maybe you'd just kill a man before you come on top with it

This is just my snobiness before I start jotting shit

Marvelous, coming at Mach like Hommy did

Maybe this is Providence, noise isn't starting shit

I'm the god with this, jotting while my eyes darting

Look at my deserted phone wondering who got me

Why do I complain about my loneliness when I'm the hand around my soul with a boney grip?

Who is this acting like he never miss?

Who is the 18 year old bitch without his first kiss?

Hiss at the sight of people wanting me

Heartbreak ending as a personal fatality

Lingering mortality going toe-to-toe with me

In a dark forest where a few go and roam with me

Better watch your tone with me, I tend to catch feelings easily

But I seethe with lust, justice for my greed

Cheese ain't giving me what I need, please

Please be patient, processing at snail's pace

I don't know what to say, at this point I don't ever think I'll ever get a cane

I think I'll exit early, I'm not okay enough to go to outings

You know I'm sorry

And I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for me

And I'm sorry that this wasn't meant to be

Apples fall from trees, Apples fall from trees

Apples fall from trees, Apples fall from trees (edited)

It was 2018, Valentine's Day

My first mental breakdown, a pitiful thing

Even back then I thought I would die alone

Few years later and I think I'll die alone

Why the hell can't I move?

Every time I think I'm out, I'm sealed in a tomb

A sarcophagus and a waste of a womb

I cannot stop with it if I'm aiming for the moon

Contemplated around noon, it was so rainy outside

Twas the perfect mood, what really made me think I wanna die?

Kept on saying to myself, "what a beautiful life"

"What a wonderful life", uh

I couldn't get it right, I should've stopped talking

Marking all my problems, all my lines were martyrs

Well, if you die when forgotten, I guess I'm a dead man walking

And I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for me

And I'm sorry that this wasn't meant to be

Apples fall from trees, Apples fall from trees

Apples fall from trees, Apples fall from trees