Sunday BoyWithUke

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[Verse]
Two things on my birthday
I don't want a cake give me a sundae
Where I don't think of getting hanged
I don't wanna play just give me one day
Where I don't think of getting played
I'm a sensitive guy with no touché
I done fucked up, on my plate
I got plenty of problems, and It's too late
Tell me why I can't, feel like a normal man
Anagrams say, I'm a closed book exam
I-I-I-I Feel like a sham, I'm babbling like an animal
Cannibals might as well eat me like a cantelope
I just don't think I'd give a shit, whats the matter
It's the rain, its the pain when it hits
I feel likе a sack of shit
Pitter patter, I can feel the pittinеss in your lips

[Chorus]
I'm so sad and lonely
I'm so sad and lonely (Woah, woah, woah)
I'm so sad and lonely (Woah, woah, woah)
I'm so sad and lonely (Woah, woah, woah)
I'm so sad and lonely (Woah, woah, woah)
I'm so sad and lonely