Dying
I'm only 16 and I feel like I'm dying
I'm getting sad to soon
I hope I'll make it cos I'm trying
Done with the girls
Done with the crushes
Break you one's don't fall for the Tricks
Twigs and sticks might brake my Bones
But f you might fall like bricks
So when they think off me
Like what do the fuck do they see In me
I'm a puzzle piece
A broken heart
And a failed test Yh I'm the best
Like Bro why do her like that?
But she did it to me and that's ok
Like f all the games they play
With the boys
With they break There hearts
Rip there guts I don't care bout the Looks
Just care bout the mind
And the things they say
Why does the hight even matter
Cos all I care is the mental
I'm only 16 and I feel like I'm Dying
I'm getting sad to soon
I hope I'll make it cos I'm trying
No Messi but they snap me like a Pencil
Now I feel like Bruce
Mask on my face
Gotta hide my feelings
What do they say about love
Like please don't lie
Love me no please don't lie
I'm shooting for for the stars
I'm shooting for for the sky
I know had a feeling in my guts
That I couldn't even trust her
But I still had to let that slide
And I tell her I'm a different breed
But she can't see this look in my Eye
True love I tell her
That's nothing she still wanna rip Me
Like a feather
Make me fly off shoot for the sky
Make me fly off shoot so high
The truth is they Don't want you
Then you got money
And they love you too
They don't care about your Heart
Then you got money
And you crash like a car
They couldn't care about you
They couldn't care about what you Love too
They ain't gonna miss you till your Gone
Cracked heart
I'm my chest but I still make songs
Done with the girls
Done with the crushes
Break you one's don't fall for the Tricks
Twigs and sticks might brake my Bones
But f you might fall like bricks
So when they think off me
Like what do the fuck do they see In me
I'm a puzzle piece
A broken heart
And a failed test I'm the best
Like Bro why do her like that?
But she did it to me and that's ok
Like f all the games they play
With the boys
With they break There hearts
Rip there guts I don't care bout the Looks
Just care bout the mind
And the things they say
Why does the hight even matter
Cos all I know is the mental
I'm getting sad to soon
I hope I'll make it cos I'm trying
I'm only 16 and I feel like I'm Dying
I'm getting sad to soon
I hope I'll make it cos I'm trying
I'm getting sad to soon
I hope I'll make it cos I'm trying
Done with the girls
Done with the crushes
Break you one's don't fall for the Tricks
Twigs and sticks might brake my Bones
But f you might fall like bricks
So when they think off me
Like what do the fuck do they see In me
I'm a puzzle piece
A broken heart
And a failed test Yh I'm the best
Like Bro why do her like that?
But she did it to me and that's ok
Like f all the games they play
With the boys
With they break There hearts
Rip there guts I don't care bout the Looks
Just care bout the mind
And the things they say
Why does the hight even matter
Cos all I care is the mental
I'm only 16 and I feel like I'm Dying
I'm getting sad to soon
I hope I'll make it cos I'm trying
No Messi but they snap me like a Pencil
Now I feel like Bruce
Mask on my face
Gotta hide my feelings
What do they say about love
Like please don't lie
Love me no please don't lie
I'm shooting for for the stars
I'm shooting for for the sky
I know had a feeling in my guts
That I couldn't even trust her
But I still had to let that slide
And I tell her I'm a different breed
But she can't see this look in my Eye
True love I tell her
That's nothing she still wanna rip Me
Like a feather
Make me fly off shoot for the sky
Make me fly off shoot so high
The truth is they Don't want you
Then you got money
And they love you too
They don't care about your Heart
Then you got money
And you crash like a car
They couldn't care about you
They couldn't care about what you Love too
They ain't gonna miss you till your Gone
Cracked heart
I'm my chest but I still make songs
Done with the girls
Done with the crushes
Break you one's don't fall for the Tricks
Twigs and sticks might brake my Bones
But f you might fall like bricks
So when they think off me
Like what do the fuck do they see In me
I'm a puzzle piece
A broken heart
And a failed test I'm the best
Like Bro why do her like that?
But she did it to me and that's ok
Like f all the games they play
With the boys
With they break There hearts
Rip there guts I don't care bout the Looks
Just care bout the mind
And the things they say
Why does the hight even matter
Cos all I know is the mental
I'm getting sad to soon
I hope I'll make it cos I'm trying
I'm only 16 and I feel like I'm Dying
I'm getting sad to soon
I hope I'll make it cos I'm trying
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