Cursed

This week wasn't the worst, I've been defeated in worse ways

Mind on my purpose, but my feet in the dirt

Tryna walk the sunny surface, til they bleed and they hurt i guess

To deal with the stress, i had to weaken it first

Girls think that I'm the best until they peak at my curse

World will truly give me credit when i'm sleep in a hearse

Since a youngin thought of death as simply leaving the earth and vice versa

But the pain makes it seem so much more

Some stuck cheating the game, looking weak and absurd

But in my brain, showing feelings help you seek the reward

I'm only saying we don't need the decor

Thought this'd be gradual, adulthood's looking deep at the shore