ill always be a monotone fucking loser nobody anyways Lyrics[Verse]
Can't think straight, might be OCD
And I hate bad thoughts, but they comfort me
Back in kindergarten, I was so OD
And I drew a fucking picture that was concernin'
By fifth grade, I was not learning
My skin was what I'm hurting
My skin won't be hard bleaching
You don't wanna die, bitch, stop preaching
I'm not—