a couple minutes.

Most days I was alone, steady talking to myself

Cause confiding in my friends is something that would never help

I ask sometimes if they can help me find the help

I'm usually greeted with a greedy feeling they helping themselves

It's weird right?

Why does it feel like I could never switch the gears right?

My car is bruised and used by dudes who move faker than Sangwoo

I can't move through the moss and all the weeds that grew

I'm so rude to myself, feel I lost my youth

My family is super broken, think I lost my roof

They still care, disconnected, bad Wi-Fi use

I'm still here, "Go get it, stop crying you