Middle finger up when I tie my shoes,
I don’t walk straight — I glide with blues.
My friends ghosts, my demons loud,
Talk to myself like “bitch, calm down.”
Lip gloss pop, but my soul’s on ice,
Heart so broke, it charges twice.
Fuck love songs, I want that bass,
Put my hoodie on, now I’m M.I.A.
Don’t need love, I need Wi-Fi and space,
Mask on tight, but I’m still in your face.
Life’s a damn joke, and I’m the punchline,
Cry at midnight, but I flex in the daylight.
fuck, fuck, fuck it
Mood swing sharp like my eyeliner tip,
Told the world “suck it” — then I dipped.
Trust no one, not even my cat,
She judge me hard when I dress in black.
Spend my cash on shit I hate,
Cuz therapy’s late and vibes don’t wait.
Dead phone, loud mind, same old scene,
But I still slay like a fuckin’ queen.
Don’t need love, I need Wi-Fi and space,
Mask on tight, but I’m still in your face.
Life’s a damn joke, and I’m the punchline,
Cry at midnight, but I flex in the daylight.
fuck, fuck, fuck it
No crown, no throne — just rage and gloss,
I laugh too loud when I take a loss.
fuck, fuck, fuck it