I'm not lonely just a bit,tired of this * *Nothing that I write can make me feel goodI picked up another green machine and look what everything I seeMe, I'm like surrounding me,I indulge in luxuryEverything I do is wrong,except for when I hit the phoneHit the phone, hit the phone, feel good Feeling shitty in my bed,didn't take my * medsHyperbop up in my ears,everything just disappears Don't wanna be someone else,just don't wanna hate myselfJust don't wanna hate myself,instead I wanna feel goodAll I want is sugar,flash, all I got is * cashMaybe I should take a bath,cut my * brain in halfI'm not lonely, just a bit tired of these * shoesNothing that I write can make mefeel goodWhere to now?Got the rest of my life just laid outGot the rest of my life to * aroundGot the rest of my life to make soundFeel good