Don't trust me I don't drink if the bottle is already open They make fun of me while I die Christ, what should I do? I would like to feel alone here But I swear to Jesus I won't waste time saving myself I have problems with everyone I have problems with everyone I have problems with everyone But I swear to Jesus For every bandit, a blue car In my car, the windows have never been the only thing smoking You tell me bad things, abrasive, but come on, they make me laugh Easy sense with weak sense We are all games like you Your body above mine, why? If you came, I'm tears They make fun of me while I die Christ, what should I do? I would like to feel alone here But I swear to Jesus I won't waste time saving myself I have problems with everyone I have problems with everyone I have problems with everyone But I swear to Jesus I won't waste time saving myself I have problems with everyone I have problems with everyone I have problems with everyone But I swear to Jesus I won't waste time saving myself