This is a song about "Dead from self harm"

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Is it for the best or is it doing more harm?

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Leavin you dead like lennie from mice and men,

Suicide and self harm leaving us all to fear,

And this the endso good luck with your career

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

From voices of dead memories because of my bad choices.

Stopping me from being fluent , end up dead like a nuisance

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

Self made from my skin to my shoes, size 18 so i know im in the view