I'm not really here, dissassociated

Musics all I got, I really hope I make it

Tryna disappear, don't wanna make a statement

Yeah they plotting on my downfall I won't keep them waiting

Taking anything I'm offered

Know the risks no longer bothered

All my friends know I'm no cougher

Bury my thoughts in another

Sleep all day and waste my nights

Doing whatever feels nice

Blood is pooling in my eyes

I know I wont see 25

Like a moth to a flame I just burn with your words

Losing myself every day it gets worse

Calling for help knowing I wont get heard

Second hand smoke in the lungs of a bird

I'm not really here, dissassociated

Musics all I got, I really hope I make it

Tryna disappear, don't wanna make a statement

Yeah they plotting on my downfall I won't keep them waiting

Memory is getting weaker every single day that passes

Dropped out due to mental health I failed all my fucking classes

Eyesight just deteriorating can't afford new pair of glasses

Doctors won't evaluate the waitlist too high for my madness

No hope, no hope, I got no hope

So slow, so slow, moving so slow

Go home, go home, just fucking go home

No more, no more, I don't sleep no more

I'm not really here, dissassociated

Musics all I got, I really hope I make it

Tryna disappear, don't wanna make a statement

Yeah they plotting on my downfall I won't keep them waiting