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I decide I want to do something, Then it's the next,
I rely on others to help me decide what's best,
Because I can't make these decisions on my own,
Can't pick pants, So I can't leave my home..
I hate this, I'm depressed and conflicted,
If I get stuff off my chest it changes so I'm restricted.
I'm tired of being laughed at and misunderstood,
Not just outside, but online and under my hood,
I can't make a decision, left or right,
Stressed or fine?
Yes or Nein?
Chest or mind?
I can't even pick out who I love anymore, which was once so clear,
Left or right, up or down, I can't Pick a way to steer,
I'm stressed out, got like more enemies than ever,
First I come here nice, then I leave tethered,
I'm scarred, what I've done and seen can not be fixed,
I go fucking shopping, and for some reason I drop my list,
and if it's in sight, I get whatever the fuck I want,
My mind's like, "Get it together you fucking cunt!"
And it's affecting my rap, I came here great ,
and I fell to last..The same weird path,
I go from good to bad to medicore to average,
Like a savage I lose what I've gained,
and the shit just confuses my brain,
I'm sane, or at least I claim,
Now I'm enraged, because I'm a fucking joke..
Shit, changed my mind, Didn't mean to make a ruckus yo..