Wrethched
Where do I get my wretched ideas
I wonder how long I'll be stuck
Here
I fear
That it's all shit luck
I'll be swept
Under the rug
Long live nothing
I touch
I don't wanna waste away
Hiccups in my DNA
There's knots inside my braids
Ain't woke on time
In days
And if you want my mind
Then make a trade
It's still don't explain
Where do I get my wretched ideas
I wonder how long I'll be stuck
Here
I fear
That it's all shit luck
I'll be swept
Under the rug
Long live nothing
I touch
It's one thing after another
Wish on star but
It shoots for the gutter
Found myself under cloudy cover
Some days I wish for the sunburn suffer
And the sun doesn't feel
Like it's eating me alive
But the moon makes me self reflect
In rays of dimmer light
I keep torturing myself
When I can't help
But feel like this
Is all my my fault
Where do I get my wretched ideas
I wonder how long I'll be stuck
Here
I fear
That it's all shit luck
I'll be swept
Under the rug
Long live nothing
I touch
When did my mind become
Like this
All the time
Its cynical
Losing all my
Puzzles
Peices
Waiting til I come back whole
When did my mind become
Like this
All the time
Its cynical
Losing all my
Puzzles
Peices
Waiting til I come back whole
I wonder how long I'll be stuck
Here
I fear
That it's all shit luck
I'll be swept
Under the rug
Long live nothing
I touch
I don't wanna waste away
Hiccups in my DNA
There's knots inside my braids
Ain't woke on time
In days
And if you want my mind
Then make a trade
It's still don't explain
Where do I get my wretched ideas
I wonder how long I'll be stuck
Here
I fear
That it's all shit luck
I'll be swept
Under the rug
Long live nothing
I touch
It's one thing after another
Wish on star but
It shoots for the gutter
Found myself under cloudy cover
Some days I wish for the sunburn suffer
And the sun doesn't feel
Like it's eating me alive
But the moon makes me self reflect
In rays of dimmer light
I keep torturing myself
When I can't help
But feel like this
Is all my my fault
Where do I get my wretched ideas
I wonder how long I'll be stuck
Here
I fear
That it's all shit luck
I'll be swept
Under the rug
Long live nothing
I touch
When did my mind become
Like this
All the time
Its cynical
Losing all my
Puzzles
Peices
Waiting til I come back whole
When did my mind become
Like this
All the time
Its cynical
Losing all my
Puzzles
Peices
Waiting til I come back whole
Credits
Writer(s): Staven Hicks-love
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