Yh Uhm Eeh Yh eeh yh (Melancholy) I feel dead seems Like depression I feel lost seems Like I'm overthinking I get confused Sometimes I wanna give up I feel lost I feel dead (Feel dead) I don't wanna ever feel This way again (again) I don't wanna know Your opinion no more (no more) I wanna tell myself who I am So just let me be And leave me alone Yh Why you acting like you care Why you speaking like you mean good Why you saying you Have my best interests in mind You know very well I know you're scoffing I'm a lot alone I'm I'm a lot reserved I speak to myself I hit myself And I'm seen like a psych kid Much music is peace to my soul Yh I know I got much haters Less lovers But live still moves on like numbers Awkward moment When I like I'm gone for Like I'm done with Ain't got notes to sell When even my walls Seem like my enemies My friends Though few in number They seem like mockers I feel dejected rejected What's the difference I'm nested They say I got no flows But they all know that Dey go numb every Time my tapes comes on They bow to me they're My members (my listeners) They come out And play scoffers On the comments But deep down they know I'm their favorite (Yh) I hide at the corners so timid I'm just listening I'm not talking They'd be stalking my socials Waiting for my next heat track But I don't keep them waiting (I give them what they want) Cause you know what? I'm loyal I feel dead seems like depression I feel lost seems like I'm overthinking I get confused sometimes I wanna give up I feel lost I feel dead (Feel dead) I don't wanna ever feel This way again (again) I don't wanna know Your opinion no more (no more) I wanna tell myself who I am So just let me be And leave me alone Yh I wanna feel free Like other people on the streets I wanna be okay even At the worst times of my life I wanna be an equal to all my mates Let it be safe to present my opinions I don't need no division No segregations No groups no cliques (uhm) A lot of suicide everyday Ain't we ashamed They're all people around Us they need help They're all in cages unseen to others They feel the world isn't a safe place They keep their ideas Their opinions to themselves They don't air them out Cus Dey feel insecure (Yh Yh) And to my camouflaged fans You can keep staying backstage I bet it's your choice All I'm saying Is that I was once a melancholy And I think I'm out of here Yh Hoo Ahh Ohh lord