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Scrap papers on the floor
Suicide notes covering the end of the corridor
Scrap papers all over the floor
Empty bottles piling up in the bathroom floor
Aye

The voices in my head are unsettling
You don't represent, you all hellbent
I don't know what to do
I'm gonna to f**king kill myself
You can't do anything
I feel like an elf on the shelf
I need help, but no one's around me
Now everyone's surrounding me when I get this clout
That's not what it's all about
I get so in my head sometimes that I just wanna f**king shout
Oh, and I don't know who I am anymore
I guess I'm not sure
Empty bottles on my floor
And scrap papers, maybe suicide notes crushed around my room floor
Aye, I don't know anymore
Ha ha, I don't know anymore
I'm kinda lost, ha ha
I feel like I'm boutta be f**king double crossed
Ooh, aye
This is all about me, and the trauma in my head
It's not drama in my head
And I don't wanna go in my bed because all she does is cause drama in my bed
Yeah, and that's all I ever said
And that's all I ever said
And I cut myself just to see if I still bled
Yeah, I'm kinda f**ked in the head
Ha ha, I'm still stuck on everything you ever said
Ha, I'm kinda f**ked in the head
Wishing I was dead
Ooh, wishing I was dead
Ooh, kinda f**ked in the head
I don't know what to say, nothing could be said
Ooh, yeah, I cut myself to see if I still bled
Ha ha, I don't know
I'm a little f**ked in the head
Yeah, a little f**ked in the head

A little f**ked in the head
A little f**ked in the head
Yeah, I'm a little f**ked in the head
I'm a little f**ked in the head
A little f**ked
A little f**ked in the head, yeah
I'm a little f**ked in the head, yeah
I'm a little f**ked in the head
f**k

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