About Myself

I don't wan't to think anymore
Everything is on the floor of my living room
Impending doom
The things I do I do for you
And I feel fine cause I just do
I really do
I really do
I really do
I really do
I really do
I really, really do

Said I don't want to live anymore
That's a lie I just think I'm sore
From hitting the floor
Hurt me some more
I feel like a little whore
I like you a lot
I like you a lot
I like you a lot
I like you a lot
I like you a lot
I like you a lot
I like you a lot
I like you a lot

Feels like we're breaking up
I know that there is nothing that I can change
I don't mind
I don't mind

I don't want to go to school
I know everything but I'm a fool
A stupid fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool, mom, I'm a fucking fool
But I've got tools
I've got tools
I've got tools

I'm bleeding out the rhythmic chain
And there's a stupid little brain inside your head
I'm just kidding
I love you but I don't feel good
About myself
About myself
About myself
About myself

My love is waking up
I know that there is nothing that I can change
I don't mind
I don't mind



Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Paska
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