Sorry I'm a Failure
Listening to music on a CD player
Talking to God why can't you hear my prayers
Past couple years of my life I can't escape
I been in rehab just tryna scrape
Everything together to get my life in shape
Nothing fucking works I still get sent away
Listening to music on a CD player
Shut the fuck up you're a fucking naysayer
Talking to God why can't you hear my prayers
Sorry Mom and Dad, I'm sorry I'm a failure
I been told I gotta work on myself
I don't need a fucking therapist I don't need help
I don't have no issues with my mental health
I don't have no friends I'm all by myself
I just wanna go home
But I don't have a home
How the fuck you gonna leave me out here all alone
Feel like I been disowned
You can't see that I've grown
You gonna send me out with a fucking chaperone
I hate you but I hate me more
Three months outside I wanna go indoors
How you not gon let me talk just because I swore
Give me scrubs take the clothes off my back that I wore
How were you surprised when I tried to run
It's kinda fucked up I told you I had had enough
How were you surprised when I tried to run
It's kinda fucked up I told you I had had enough
Past couple years of my life I can't escape
I been in rehab just tryna scrape
Everything together to get my life in shape
Nothing fucking works I still get sent away
Listening to music on a CD player
Shut the fuck up you're a fucking naysayer
Talking to God why can't you hear my prayers
Sorry Mom and Dad, I'm sorry I'm a failure
Talking to God why can't you hear my prayers
Past couple years of my life I can't escape
I been in rehab just tryna scrape
Everything together to get my life in shape
Nothing fucking works I still get sent away
Listening to music on a CD player
Shut the fuck up you're a fucking naysayer
Talking to God why can't you hear my prayers
Sorry Mom and Dad, I'm sorry I'm a failure
I been told I gotta work on myself
I don't need a fucking therapist I don't need help
I don't have no issues with my mental health
I don't have no friends I'm all by myself
I just wanna go home
But I don't have a home
How the fuck you gonna leave me out here all alone
Feel like I been disowned
You can't see that I've grown
You gonna send me out with a fucking chaperone
I hate you but I hate me more
Three months outside I wanna go indoors
How you not gon let me talk just because I swore
Give me scrubs take the clothes off my back that I wore
How were you surprised when I tried to run
It's kinda fucked up I told you I had had enough
How were you surprised when I tried to run
It's kinda fucked up I told you I had had enough
Past couple years of my life I can't escape
I been in rehab just tryna scrape
Everything together to get my life in shape
Nothing fucking works I still get sent away
Listening to music on a CD player
Shut the fuck up you're a fucking naysayer
Talking to God why can't you hear my prayers
Sorry Mom and Dad, I'm sorry I'm a failure
Credits
Writer(s): Nolan Ward
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