C.C. Potato - Pity Party

I don't feel good And I never fucking haveIt's taken me 30 years to figure out thatI
don't feel rightI just feel fucking smallCut my dick to spite my ballsYeah it's all my
faultI'm up against the wallAnd I'm banging my headAnd I'm not gonna stop till
I'm knocked out unconsciousOr blacked out or deadI know how this goes and I
know how this endsI'll give up right before I even start to make an attemptI don't
feel goodAbout anything I've doneI've got a list of regrets And it weighs a fucking
tonI've been upside downAnd inside outCame to a fork in the roadThere's no
turning around.
I'm up against the wallAnd I'm banging my headAnd I'm not gonna stop till I'm
knocked out unconsciousOr blacked out or deadI know how this goes and I know
how this endsI'll give up right before I even start to make an attemptYeah the
futures looking bleakA lifelong losing streakShits been going downhill fast and
steepCall it a pessimistic reality No sun its overcast and cloudyJust like me
seven days a weekI don't feel good And I never fucking haveIt's taken me 30
years to figure out thatI don't feel rightI just feel fucking smallCut my dick to spite
my ballsYeah it's all my faultCut my dick to spite my ballsYeah it's all my faultCut
my dick to spite my ballsYeah it's all my fault

Written by:
Jacob Lowell Delott, Jacob William Bell

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