i feel inferior Lyrics

Thought that if I relapsed that I would forget you

Now I'm high as fuck you in the back of my mental

Imma clear my mind with this mother fucking 22

You wouldn't mind if I did that would you

I walk through hell bitch put yourself in my shoes

I'd walk through hell to get a taste of your forbidden fruit

Tracks derailed in my mind feeling pitiful

I feel minuscule all you did was ridicule

Never ever thought I'd be resenting you

Now every time I think about you it is cynical

I pop a xan because my depression clinical

And it helped better than anything they prescribed

Did too fucking many now I'm left with the residuals

My depression got worse and my brains are fucking fried

3 times almost died surprised that I'm still alive

Was so dependent I didn't know they made me miserable

In love with the feeling of not giving a fuck

Hid behind my insecurities made me seem tough

Help me escape reality I feel inferior

Fake crack a smile you don't know bout the interior

I convinced myself I needed drugs to achieve what they call content

Got hooked real quick now all I do is lament

Dread all the time that came and went and how it all was spent

It's my fault it's what I get to complain is selfishness

This is my disposition because of my recklessness

But how much can one take feelings of helplessness

I tried to escape these feelings of loneliness

Thought that if I relapsed that I would forget you

Now I'm high as fuck you in the back of my mental

Imma clear my mind with this mother fucking 22

You wouldn't mind if I did that would you

I walk through hell bitch put yourself in my shoes

I'd walk through hell to get a taste of your forbidden fruit

Tracks derailed in my mind feeling pitiful

I feel minuscule all you did was ridicule

Never ever thought I'd be resenting you

Now every time I think about you it is cynical

I pop a xan because my depression clinical

And it helped better than anything they prescribed

Thought that if I relapsed that I would forget you

Now I'm high as fuck you in the back of my mental

Imma clear my mind with this mother fucking 22

You wouldn't mind if I did that would you

I walk through hell bitch put yourself in my shoes

I'd walk through hell to get a taste of your forbidden fruit

Tracks derailed in my mind feeling pitiful

I feel minuscule all you did was ridicule

Never ever thought I'd be resenting you

Now every time I think about you it is cynical

I pop a xan because my depression clinical

And it helped better than anything they prescribed