Lonely Films

Sat in my room watching films and that
Wishing what I watched was all real and that
Thinking will I ever get the feeling back
I let too many others rob and steal from that
I heard my own mother say I'm not Will and that
To those that stayed them I gotta tilt my hat
It ain't easy being comfy in your own skin
Distant from my Mumsy and my own kin
Life's been real it aint tea and biscuits
Not him not Will not me the misfit
I rob and steal on the curb its cricket
But I been chopped and peeled and served on dishes
All of the while Im full of doubt again
Not allowed to be a child in the house I'm in
Not too much style and in need of counselling
Now that I been grown I don't chase the status
I'm not trying to be a ringtone or makeshift greatness
I was told I got a syndrome and can't place the faces
Now I got imposter syndrome on a daily basis
The only guy that's really my mate
Is found inside of a video tape
Honestly I never tried to really be great
I'd just go run and hide and start filling with hate
Tried to have Good Will since the time I was born
Hunting for how I should feel but I didn't find me a Sean
And was told that I should deal but I didn't decide to be born
I swallowed the good pill so why am I still crying at dawn
Dazed and confused night after night
The pain that I would lose fight after fight
Not escaping abuse though try as I might
This ain't the way that I would choose if I could decide