​moral of the story: the world hates you and that’s just how it is quinn

[Verse 1]
There is no melody, not at all
Base lines get boring, it's like staring at a wall
This tempo's boring, so is this song
So I don't mind if you skip this song
But let's get to the point, my damn anxiety
My paranoia, I am not proud of me
I am not proud of me

[Verse 2]
Fuck those mean girls, fuck 'em all
They push me 'round and 'round and 'round, just like a ball
They say I like them, I really don't
I'm not your best friend, get the fuck out of my phone
Leave me alone
Man, fuck those cool kids, kill 'em all
In two years, they will still be working at the mall
Claimin' they're famous, oh well
They are not even close to fame and I can tell
I hope they burn in Hell

[Verse 3]
I struggle with all these problems like everyday
Maybe it's jealousy, maybe it comes with hate
Fuck the whole world, I'll care less if it all burns
Maybe I don't mean that, man, I'm just hurt
But I don't know now, it's just society
It's just my energy, it's just society
It's just my energy, it's just society
It's just my energy