sorry i didn't reply
No other way to say it
But feelings fade and I hate it
No other way to say it
But feelings fade and I hate it
I could care less on how I dress for the weekend
Maybe I'm depressed under stress off the deep end
Everyone around me seems so basic
I hate that term but that's what they named it
Internet won't connect all these ties that I let
Get frayed give way and finally break
Sorry didn't respond my mistake
Hardly anywhere but my head these days
Give a fuck cuz I know my friends are offline
Outa luck won't forgive me from the sidelines
Highlights all over their front page
Guess I don't care if I'm included really no way
Lately I've been feeling fucking sick of myself
Make me a memory that you felt
No other way to say it
But feelings fade and I hate it
Lately I've been feeling fucking sick of myself
Make me a memory that you felt
No other way to say it
But feelings fade and I hate it
No other way to say it
But friends feel overrated
I guess it's what you make it
Then again in the end I hate to fake it
No offense I don't care how you choose to take it
I'll admit past six you can find me pacing
I wanna be alone and I don't know why
Maybe hit me up I'll say not this time
And that's why I question myself so much
Why do I miss it when I wanna lose touch
Lately I've been feeling fucking sick of myself
Make me a memory that you felt
No other way to say it
But feelings fade and I hate it
Lately I've been feeling fucking sick of myself
Make me a memory that you felt
No other way to say it
But feelings fade and I hate it
But feelings fade and I hate it
No other way to say it
But feelings fade and I hate it
I could care less on how I dress for the weekend
Maybe I'm depressed under stress off the deep end
Everyone around me seems so basic
I hate that term but that's what they named it
Internet won't connect all these ties that I let
Get frayed give way and finally break
Sorry didn't respond my mistake
Hardly anywhere but my head these days
Give a fuck cuz I know my friends are offline
Outa luck won't forgive me from the sidelines
Highlights all over their front page
Guess I don't care if I'm included really no way
Lately I've been feeling fucking sick of myself
Make me a memory that you felt
No other way to say it
But feelings fade and I hate it
Lately I've been feeling fucking sick of myself
Make me a memory that you felt
No other way to say it
But feelings fade and I hate it
No other way to say it
But friends feel overrated
I guess it's what you make it
Then again in the end I hate to fake it
No offense I don't care how you choose to take it
I'll admit past six you can find me pacing
I wanna be alone and I don't know why
Maybe hit me up I'll say not this time
And that's why I question myself so much
Why do I miss it when I wanna lose touch
Lately I've been feeling fucking sick of myself
Make me a memory that you felt
No other way to say it
But feelings fade and I hate it
Lately I've been feeling fucking sick of myself
Make me a memory that you felt
No other way to say it
But feelings fade and I hate it
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