ARTIFICIAL! x2

Tell me something is this real or fake.

I can’t tell if it’s real or just a mistake.

I’ll confiscate my feelings and toss them in a lake.

Please tell me is this real or is it fake.

Her feelings feel so artificial but I try not to overthink.

My pain is so bad, it feels like it got duplicate.

God damn my head space feels like they’re on a train track but I can’t react fast enough to get off that path.

Will I ever last?

Is it just in the past?

Times going by too fast.

Remember going through school wearing a mask just to get past the motherfucker who had the nerve to laugh.

They were so fake, every fucker that would laugh at your own mistakes.

Fake as shit but could never back up their own plate.

So artificial like the fake sugar on your face.

Only people who stand by your side are the ones you can’t replaced.

I don’t know what else to say besides when you say it was meant this way.

So I just blame myself each and every fucking day.

I’m so up and down.

One minute I’m happy then I’m back to a fucking frown.

I feel like I have talent but people always put me down.

So many people dying, now they laying in the ground.

So many legends falling, don’t got too many left now.

Everyone be crying because of what they had to find out.

These Drugs can’t be the only way out.

Please tell me something is this real or fake.

I really can’t tell if it’s real or a mistake.

I’ll confiscate my feelings and toss them in a maze.

Please tell me is this actually real or is it fake.

I’ll be drowning in my thoughts and I can’t escape.

My head is spinning so much I’m losing gravity.

Artificial fake ass bitch who don’t even reply.

Your intelligence is probably the reason why.

My head is on a swivel because of these people’s fucking lies.

I’d rather die or just get high instead of listening to all the god damn lies.

Where’s the good in people who would always stood by your side.

This is why I just say my goodbyes and tell people to shut the fuck up and die.

Those people kept hurting my brain.

Told me they loved me but drove me insane.

But that’s all in the past now, hopefully I can just relax now.

But honestly I really don’t know how.

I hope in the end some people will be proud of what I’ve done so far, I don’t need a crowd.

The only reason I panic is because it gets too loud in my fucking head and I can’t get out.

When I’m stuck in bed I just wanna fucking pout.

I got no motivation without drugs in my system.

When I have the drugs in me then I have a reason to confront the people who make fun of your suffering.

I’ll make a point by giving them a concussion.

It Doesn’t even have to be a discussion.

I ain’t gonna take that shit no more like it was nothing.

They’ll end up in the morgue because of there bluffing.

Please fucking tell me something is this real or fake.

I really can’t fucking tell if it’s real or a mistake.

I miscommunicate my feelings and toss them far away.

Please tell me is this actually real or is it fake.

(Medicine in you)