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I'm just drowning in my own thought
Food in my room, it just rots
Writing down my feelings on Google Docs
My family keeps saying I need a doc
I'm just drowning in my own thought
Food in my room, it just rots
Writing down my feelings on Google Docs
My family keeps saying I need a doc
Feel like I'm slowly dying, every fucking day
Feel like I've tried this, every fucking way
If I wanna leave don't get in my way
I promise when I'm gone I'll be okay
Wherever I go I'll be much safer
If I stay here I put myself in danger
Danger of hurting someone or myself
Just please stop telling me that I need help
I'm just drowning in my own thought
Food in my room, it just rots
Writing down my feelings on Google Docs
My family keeps saying I need a doc
I'm just drowning in my own thought
Food in my room, it just rots
Writing down my feelings on Google Docs
My family keeps saying I need a doc
I don't wanna take those fucking meds
They mess with my head
Stump my creativity
And make me feel bad
I'd prefer dealing with this shit raw
Maybe some weed to get me through the fall
Because I don't know how much longer I can last
Spending to much time stuck in the past
Everyone tells me move on
How the fuck am I supposed to do that
When I'm always feeling like trash
Food in my room, it just rots
Writing down my feelings on Google Docs
My family keeps saying I need a doc
I'm just drowning in my own thought
Food in my room, it just rots
Writing down my feelings on Google Docs
My family keeps saying I need a doc
Feel like I'm slowly dying, every fucking day
Feel like I've tried this, every fucking way
If I wanna leave don't get in my way
I promise when I'm gone I'll be okay
Wherever I go I'll be much safer
If I stay here I put myself in danger
Danger of hurting someone or myself
Just please stop telling me that I need help
I'm just drowning in my own thought
Food in my room, it just rots
Writing down my feelings on Google Docs
My family keeps saying I need a doc
I'm just drowning in my own thought
Food in my room, it just rots
Writing down my feelings on Google Docs
My family keeps saying I need a doc
I don't wanna take those fucking meds
They mess with my head
Stump my creativity
And make me feel bad
I'd prefer dealing with this shit raw
Maybe some weed to get me through the fall
Because I don't know how much longer I can last
Spending to much time stuck in the past
Everyone tells me move on
How the fuck am I supposed to do that
When I'm always feeling like trash
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Writer(s): Edward Garcia
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