this is a self-actualization party *some drugs would be nice

why do people like me at all
i wish that brutal honesty could kill, it's unfortunate
could the truth give somebody a heart attack from total shock
i've been alone all my life no matter who's around
nobody supports me (creatively)
too bad drugs can't not remind me of the world i'm trying to escape
why would anyone look at this place n wanna procreate
i woulda had this thought no matter the time or place
the type of person i am always lets it show
people look at me n can tell me that i'm not well
this is a general state of mind, it ain't temporal
i dunno what to do but at the same time i do cos i'm doin it
maybe i'll always feel like shit
lotza people felt shittier than shit
at least i can crack myself up
if the whip still be crackin i'm still living
as long as i'm still making stuff i'm still giving
this shit ass world is full of all kindza opinions ain't it
don't chu wish the world would just take an SSRI n kill itself
you like how i am personifying the world as a whole
at least there's that chord progression eh