Dissimulation (part 2) ft. bmo Lyrics

I'm trying to move on but I just cannot repent

Like am I talking to myself or is it all in my head

I'm overwhelmed with the choices that I somewhat regret

And I was never offered help, they just left me for dead

I'm trying to move on but I just cannot repent

Like am I talking to myself or is it all in my head

I'm overwhelmed with the choices that I somewhat regret

And I was never offered help, they just left me for dead

Listen to the words I speak

I'm reminiscing bout the times that it feel hard to sleep and haste decisions

Should I grab my key

Because I'd rather be sniffing what's on the mind of the junkie teen who never listens

Just drowned out depression with some money and sex

I view my mind as a collection of a million tests

I've got not one pot to piss in but a welfare check

But I was never taught no lesson about who to impress

Just drowned out depression with some money and sex

I view my mind as a collection of a million tests

I've got not one pot to piss in but a welfare check

But I was never taught no lesson about who to impress

Listen to the words I speak

I'm reminiscing bout the times that it feel hard to sleep and haste decisions

Should I grab my key

Because I'd rather be sniffing what's on the mind of the junkie teen who never listens

Listen to the words I speak

I'm reminiscing bout the times that it feel hard to sleep and haste decisions

Should I grab my key

Because I'd rather be sniffing what's on the mind of the junkie teen who never listens

I have to hit my vape just before I hit the stage

My anxiety's a bitch that I battle day to day

The constant fear of death has me feeling so estranged

It won't leave me alone as much I try to run away

I have to hit my vape just before I hit the stage

My anxiety's a bitch that I battle day to day

The constant fear of death has me feeling so estranged

It won't leave me alone as much I try to run away

Listen to the words I speak

I spit facts on the real I can't convey how I feel

So bring it back to the good old days when I was young and depressed

Now my anxiety's a bitch it won't give me a rest

Listen to the words I speak

I'm reminiscing bout the times that it feel hard to sleep

And haste decisions, grab my key

Because I'd rather be sniffing what's on the mind of the junkie teen who never listens