True love shouldn’t be this complicated Wombat

YEAH
Yeah
Yeah
Paranoia, smoking on that sticky purple
Whisky got the room spinning like sinking in a whirlpool
I've been defeated and deceived its hurtful
That's why it's only me, myself and I
Keep inside my inner circle
I've been talking to myself and we debate a lot
Like
Whether I'm ready for the pain or not
Whether I'm ready to lose my faith, I'm not
I stop myself mid-conversation and I pray to God
I'm in a complicated spot
Maybe I can make it but I fight and argue constantly
With the other half of me stopping me
I cannot defeat
I guess that's the half of me that's been harbouring animosity
And that's the half that is heartless I wanna beat
Every loss I'm acting like I've won like the lottery
Running out of options, into obstacles they conquored me
And somehow found a secret route around, like how did possibly? [?}
Pickpocket, lockpick, common thief
All I see is dollar signs, it's like I'm locked inside a slot machine
Act like I'm suprised, in real life it's not a shock to me
Acting irresponsibly
Every step I take back
Got me saying sorry, they're sick of hearing apologies!
Bet they're getting over us
Less stressed, broken trust
Death threats, open cuts
Friends we ain't spoke in months
Fuck it though I'm spiteful
Broski up at nightfall
We'll call him Donkey Kong with that double barrel rifle