People

Since I was just a youngster
I dreamed of things
Too out of my comfort
For measuring
Now I’ve been feeling pressure
Every single day
Could’ve sworn that i was lesser
Fuck what people say

People pleasing people person
That’s me
Even when my throat is hurting
I smoke weed
Even when the door is open
I still knock
You people forgot
What door handles and socks even mean
Where did all the genuine people go
Y'all just taking the heat for show
Full of hate
Full of fake shit you all fuck with so who knows
What's real
What's fake
What's good
What ain’t
Who lies
Who tries
To take our lives
From good to worse
You wanna learn?
The footings first
Foundation
Starting with myself
Because if not id need some help
But I don’t know where to go
And it gets more confusing every day
Questioning my health
Because if not ill smoke pot
Not a whole lot
Seems to matter anymore anyways

There’s too many people
In here
There’s too many people
In here
There’s too many faces
The likes of which I cant read
There’s too many places
The likes of which i won’t see

Boy who cried wolf
‘Cept only he can see
In his reality
The wolf is charging his fee
Fucking him over like he was born on wall street
Ducking from all the shoulders thrown back at his body
If we could go back to the drama from today’s view
Maybe painting black on the canvas is to save you
Lately I’ve just passed on the fun and stayed home
Cause lacking the backbone to talk gets a bit old