POS

You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missing
You could jump right off a bridge, and the world would not be different
'Cause you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway
Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay (shut the fuck up!)

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Voice in my head, it's my own worse critic
Maybe it's a product of my bad decisions
Woke up face-down in the damn kitchen
Two shots too many, passed my limit

Happiness ain't so far away
But it gets closer up to Chardonnay
Tryna make sense, can't concentrate
With a voice in my brain screaming every day

You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missing
You could jump right off a bridge, and the world would not be different
'Cause you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway
Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay (shut the fuck up!)

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Maybe it's a product of the girls I'm picking
Always been good at making bad decisions
Shouldn't get involved with these stank-ass bitches
That's just a type that piques my interest

Couple screws loose, she a basket case
Tryna cut her off, but the ass is great
Probably better off if I masturbate
When she up in my face, screaming every day

You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missing (shut the fuck up!)
You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missing
You could jump right off a bridge, and the world would not be different
'Cause, you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway
Your therapy, you'll never be okay