Confused

I don't know what to write
I'm so fucking stressed out
You know what I mean, like
Twenty One Pilots were on my mind

And I was Arthur Miller before
When he had a thought
About those who lost their lives
In the World War II, (yeah)

That's my mood today, I've lost the faith
I don't debate, just myself tryna' relocate
Inside my brain a lot of explanations
Without mistakes to fill the rest

Of free space unanswered questions left
Like: Why the fuck that girl doesn't answer yet?
Even when I have bet our last chance and I!
Won't forget promises I made after the month we met

When we started the big scheme
Of being the best couple seen
And I thought we got it fast, but...
Nowadays is a big disgrace!

Only once a week we FaceTime
Is it the style that I have to write
These rhymes the thing that
She doesn't understand?, (why?)...

But don't worry about me
No problem!, I'm free
Heartbroken!, but feeling
Like it wasn't being the best choice

Women fighting just to make show
To catch the attention
Of the crowd and
Letting our brain decide

But in the end I want to skip that episode
I'm a candy for girls who need some love
So I'm well as fuck!, don't talk me more (Nope!)
Don't talk me more



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