22I been alone since like twenty one,
Jotting this shit down since fifteen.
I fell in love around eighteen.
And she probably don’t even miss me.
But I ain’t never need no bitch, not her, not you, and not them. No homies, no friends and no clique.
It’s my god, my paper, that’s it. Man.
Never thought I’d get this shallow, better this then me hung on Gallows and I felt like that for awhile.
Depression, Depression. Hide my emotions, can’t find em. No Legend. I get just what I need and then I go dead it. I block em, I said it. You call I reject it.