a thesis on doomerism
and internet consumerism
it makes me wish i was in my tomb
it’s wisdom, all of this connection
it’s nothing but a mention
when all you wants attention
i’m fucking crying... i’m crying staring at my phone
days left all alone
alienated from my home
who the fuck have i become?
when it ain’t one on one
i don’t know myself i owe myself someone who’ll listen
i’m lucky to be given
an opportunity to look in but
i give in just a little and
i give it all when i try
till i die