Empty

“Well, I guess this is the last moment

You’re going to regular life again

Do you need to say something?”

 

My fucker popping pills like I dont think I was alive

I guess this the truth or shit I don’t know something, I tried

I guess I don’t know no more shit without your fucking calls

Just please call fucking back I don’t got some those balls

The moment I triggered a mufucking orgasm

But now I’m stuck, wait, wait, not in a fucking chasm

I scared the shit out myself because I’m tryna live

My dark thoughts think I cannot give because I’m fucking killed

I mean, what’s up ain’t pay no more of these fucking bills

Guess I’ll just die or shit, what do I even motherfucking mean

My eyes won’t wet, and I don’t none of that, motherfucking lean

I turned to pleasure, but that don’t, motherfucking help

My life felt empty cause im just, like, fucking felt

And now I think I might be popping motherfucking welts

Im tired and im dull like I need something new

If I don’t find a fucking thing to motherfucking do

I ain’t dead, I just wanna take some of my time

To think: “what?” Cause I ain’t so fucking fine

Ahh

So if I’m the only one with an empty week

Nothing quite sharp I’m always fucking dull

I need a break, maybe try something else for once

“Wow, you seem really, really… how do I put this..? Empty”