Problem

Think about the coffin, often Would rather auction my heart than become an orphan To this world, I keep walking with nowhere to go Around these women I keep my caution Beautiful eyes, with a sinful kind of glow I never know which way to go I feel lost in the self, my health and depictions of wealth Painted in pictures on my crumbling shelf I second guess my words because I guess I'm the problem That little boy with dreams and this life chose to rob him Thoughts of a false reality that I'm lost in Seventeen years to this day I haven't stopped them How I'm living's what the problem is Patting down my pockets, asking where my wallet is You were supposed to fix the hollowness Mental health is where the problem is I hate myself, my body's what I'm rotting in I say what I think, I'm intolerant Never one to drink but tonight hand me the bottle Imma swallow it Give me a path to live differently, I will follow it I wanna end me that's what the problem is Always the problem kid "You a fucking problem kid" Oh, is that so? Where were you a couple months ago? If I had to choose you'd be the first one to go I'm the fucking problem? There's a lot you don't know How I appear like I can do it on my own Where were you when I was calling on your phone Where were you when I had no one to turn to And you told me you'd be there, you let my feelings burn through Without a second thought I hope you fucking burn too