[Verse: Fiphel]
Lately it's feeling like I can't even function
Every time I look up depression just seems to jump in
To fill me with all these bleak a**umptions
‘til I find myself lying in bed, halfway through the work day, like I've been beat to nothing
So spaced out, I can't even do my own beat production
Nothing ever changes, I'm sick of waiting for these discussions to lead to something
Can anybody happen to see where all of my pa**ion went?
I keep to myself and it looks like I lost my fashion sense
My landlord just asked for rent, told her I don't have a cent
Trying to convince my friends that I never had any bad intents
I got some mental problems and my childhood left some ma**ive dents
Excuse me, I'll be over here, pondering on my life's past events
Thinking, maybe it's true, maybe I'll never even be half content
Maybe I should jump off a bridge and bleed out on the black cement
Paramedics gagging at the stench, parents hope it was an accident
But I'm probably just playing, it's been awhile since my last attempt