Plastic

Sometimes I feel like I'm made of plastic and everything is all wrong
What's the point of being maskless if the law is to be alone
Tell myself the story of who I'm gonna be today
Is this life so boring but all I'm told to do is pray
Oh please just pray

Saw into the future of everything I'm supposed to be
I hid away from the truth because it scared the shit out of me
And I wonder if I'd ever change or is this the person I'll stay
'Cause my mind is really strange, I probably should get away
I'll get away

Woke up after pissing the mattress and didn't really understand
I wanna light up a book of matches and watch it burn in my hand and
Tell mom I'm sorry for ending up this way
Just give me a couple weeks, I promise I'll be okay
I'll be okay
I'll be okay
I'll be okay
I'll be okay



Credits
Writer(s): Noah Randazzo
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