Imma Fxckin Loser
I use this depression as a crutch
Yeah I don't sleep and I drink too much
Sitting on my hands I'm feeling stuck
Yeah I think that I've had enough
Yeah I think that I've had enough
I wanna make moves
I'm just trying to prove to you
That I'm not a fucking loser
I wanna make moves
But I keep on failing you
Cuz I'm a fucking loser
And all I really want is the hint of hope
Or some peace of mind
Cuz I don't think I'm really alright this time
And truth be told I'm anxious
Sore for answers
What the fuck is wrong with me
I am so dramatic
Thoughts are panicked
And they won't let me breathe
And truth be told I'm at it again
With the same old same old
Woe is me
Truth be told Truth be told
I'm not ok
Grab some pen and paper
Draw a map
So we can see exactly where my mind is at
If you look in my closet there's ghosts
And the way to get there is darker than most
And you're probably expecting too much of me
I'm nothing special just take it easy now
I'm just a stupid kid with a dream and I yell in my songs
And I think that's talent
And truth be told I'm anxious sore for answers
What the fuck is wrong with me
I am so dramatic thoughts are panicked
And they won't let me breathe
And truth be told I'm at it again with the same old
Same old Woe is me
Truth be told
Truth be Told
And truth be told I'm anxious sore for answers
What the fuck is wrong with me
I am so dramatic thoughts are panicked
And they won't let me breathe
And truth be told I'm at it again with the same old
Same old Woe is me
Truth be told
Truth be Told
I'm not ok
Yeah I don't sleep and I drink too much
Sitting on my hands I'm feeling stuck
Yeah I think that I've had enough
Yeah I think that I've had enough
I wanna make moves
I'm just trying to prove to you
That I'm not a fucking loser
I wanna make moves
But I keep on failing you
Cuz I'm a fucking loser
And all I really want is the hint of hope
Or some peace of mind
Cuz I don't think I'm really alright this time
And truth be told I'm anxious
Sore for answers
What the fuck is wrong with me
I am so dramatic
Thoughts are panicked
And they won't let me breathe
And truth be told I'm at it again
With the same old same old
Woe is me
Truth be told Truth be told
I'm not ok
Grab some pen and paper
Draw a map
So we can see exactly where my mind is at
If you look in my closet there's ghosts
And the way to get there is darker than most
And you're probably expecting too much of me
I'm nothing special just take it easy now
I'm just a stupid kid with a dream and I yell in my songs
And I think that's talent
And truth be told I'm anxious sore for answers
What the fuck is wrong with me
I am so dramatic thoughts are panicked
And they won't let me breathe
And truth be told I'm at it again with the same old
Same old Woe is me
Truth be told
Truth be Told
And truth be told I'm anxious sore for answers
What the fuck is wrong with me
I am so dramatic thoughts are panicked
And they won't let me breathe
And truth be told I'm at it again with the same old
Same old Woe is me
Truth be told
Truth be Told
I'm not ok
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Huckaby
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