Cinnamon Roll

If you hear me, I'm weeping out Alone and I'm bleeding out

In the dark and I can't breathe Cause all these thoughts, it's killing me

Don't think I can wipe my tears I don't think it will be okay

Traumatized and filled with fear I might not see the other day

Scared to go to sleep I need to stay awake

Cause when I die, I won't remember this life

Life's style getting deep

Tell my mom I'm going great, micro managing the hate

I really hate that look in your face Anxiety whooping my ass

I think I'm better off in this place I'm really just stuck in my way

She, like how many times you need space? This won't be the last time