It doesn't translate for me.

How can I be empty spilling out?

All of the lights tempt me.

I am everything they said I'm not.

Was it a mistake I made?

Nothing sits well with me without

wading in the skyline's shade

under a weight that will give out.

Don't need money, naw, I just need purpose.

And what they're sellings just not fucking worth it.

The lives we were sold expired worthless.

You're scrolling through your phone until the hurt hits.