Tryp Flo - Stuck In the Thorns

I Feel Like I'm Cursed

My depression hits
Ima junkie runnin from the world
Cos fuck me, even if I make it outta here in one piece
Dealin with the trauma still gonna haunt me
And everything that I touch turn to nothin
I dont know much but I do know one thing
I done it all
But it dont count for something
Puttin up the walls
Aint up for discussion
Every blade that I ran from cut me
Im in pain
Fuck the world
And fuck this, even if i make it outta here in one piece
I dont think that I could ever heal
Im in the front seat haulin ass
Prolly boutta crash into something
I dont know much but I do know one thing
I stay falling
And my mind is a dungeon
Puttin up the walls
Aint up for discussion

Wonder why social anxiety always get the best of me
Wonder why Im always textin you first but you aint textin me
And I wonder how you look me right in the face
But my eyes always look away
And I wonder why I just dont see the dumb shit I be doin till its too late
Wonder why social anxiety always get the best of me
Wonder why Im always textin you first but you aint textin me
And I wonder why I keep on finding myself back where I fucken started
And I wonder how anyone could go thru hell without becoming heartless

Yeah, I know I aint like them
I aint slick
Cant front
I cant pretend
Heartbroken and I cant open up again
Some of the pain coming from those that I consider friends
Whole life putting effort just to get it right
Still, haunted by mistakes almost every night
I throw a fit
I burn a bridge just to win a fight
So tell me not to do somethin Ima regret
I just might
Theres a lotta things I wish I didnt do
I wish I knew just what to say
I wish that you could see that Im a human too
And I fuck up a lotta of the time
Dont wanna think of yesterday, I been runnin
Im lookin for something new
Whole life putting effort just to get it right
Still, haunted by mistakes almost every night
Make a mothafucken scene just to win a fight
So tell me not to do something stupid because I just might

Wonder why social anxiety always get the best of me
Wonder why Im always textin you first but you aint textin me
And I wonder how you look me right in the face
But my eyes always look away
And I wonder why I just dont see the dumb shit I be doin till its too late
Wonder why social anxiety always get the best of me
Wonder why Im always textin you first but you aint textin me
And I wonder why I keep on finding myself back where I fucken started

Im getting so fucken tired of this

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Writer(s): Paul Florindo
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