My friends keep telling me that I should go to the psychiatrist
Wait what the hell am I just saying they do not fucking exist
Once you stop getting all 10’s, the mark just gets low
But Nah no worries I can’t get any darker boy

I’ve been craving for a reward
My own body has

Now it feels warm
The lack of sleep in my bones
The cruelty of your bodies in my soul
Now it feels warm

There’s nothing else to say
I’ve lost everything
My dreams and myself
On my way in here
I wouldn’t say
It’s because of you
Instead
I am guilty of

School kills mental heath that equals
Artists being born like Icarus
Each day closer to the Sun
Now we burn, look what you've done

We're looking for somethings
That maybe might not be real
But we prefer to be dead rather
Than being a third wheel

Uniforms schol