Wakala
Now ain’t no one wanna be round me
Turned a block around the corner
Now the loneliness has found me
I don’t blame these people
How they cower in fear
Run and hide in their seats
Because the monster is here
Stares, glares, shares
Comments about a warning
Pray to God tomorrow
He’ll be gone in the morning
I walk in my own shame
Walk in my own disgrace
To scared to look
To scared to show my face
I grow a wreath of locks
Charcoal down to my eyes
But I need to break this deadlock
Because I’m cold inside
I’m freezing
Sub zero
Need a hero
But I can’t
Because I’m the villain
In this story
Call me the joker
Because the jokes on me
Dug my own grave
Now I lie in it
No one can save me
So I cry in it
Wakala
Look at that kid
So ugly
I mean, I knew he turned out like that
Glad he’s not me
So they just
Watch me suffocate
But I just need someone to give a save
But my heart can’t resuscitate
This feeling that my face gave
Horror
Can’t look the monster in eyes
Or you might die
Better let it drown
In a hole of guilt and lies
For he dug it himself
And he dug it real well
Just leave him