POS

You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missing You could jump right off a bridge, and the world would not be different 'Cause you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay (shut the fuck up!) La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Voice in my head, it's my own worse critic Maybe it's a product of my bad decisions Woke up face-down in the damn kitchen Two shots too many, passed my limit Happiness ain't so far away But it gets closer up to Chardonnay Tryna make sense, can't concentrate With a voice in my brain screaming every day You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missing You could jump right off a bridge, and the world would not be different 'Cause you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay (shut the fuck up!) La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Maybe it's a product of the girls I'm picking Always been good at making bad decisions Shouldn't get involved with these stank-ass bitches That's just a type that piques my interest Couple screws loose, she a basket case Tryna cut her off, but the ass is great Probably better off if I masturbate When she up in my face, screaming every day You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missing (shut the fuck up!) You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missing You could jump right off a bridge, and the world would not be different 'Cause, you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay