Symi Nemesis - Styrofoam

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And song contains themes of self harm, & suicide
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Everything hurts doesn't it
Daily reminder that everyone leaves when a stranger walks out the room like shit that's troubling
Your body counts doubling
Just because you do anything for that split second to feel comforted
Psychotic cunt, come fuck with it
Pain kinks saving your clean streak, don't jog, fucking run with it
Your stumbling
She engage and now you want to engage, Now I can tell that you're fucking sick
It's her emotions that you keep fucking with
And you sit there with scars, glittered across your arm,
To scream and shout you're struggling?
You couldn't fool me if I was you, I'm tired of you
Why would you keep yourself breathing, I wouldv'e been gone if I was you
You know I won't lie to you, if everyone hates you and you're alive, I swear that would be selfish
Grab a blade, quick one-two, across your pelvis
That's an action that I call selfless
Do it one more time for good measure
And three more just for pleasure
So until the day that you might go home
You need to trust me that your body,and emotions are made of styrofoam
You're so fucking useless and retarded, I hate you
You're so fucking stupid and unstable, I hate you
You're so fucking clueless and so blinded, I hate you
I'm not shocked that no one loves you, they like me cuz I hate you
They don't laugh with you, they laugh at you cuz they fucking hate you
They want you alive so that they can always look down on someone, they hate you
Women wanna fuck so they have gossip cuz they hate you
The niggas that you smoke with wanna smoke you cuz they hate you
The city you call home, want you gone cuz they hate you
Your doctors are glitches, they're not real but they hate you
They just do what they're paid to, wouldn't need to pay them to hate you
I understand why you hate yourself, if I was real, i'd hate you
Everybody hates you and we know that,
But your body hates you, emotions hate you
And in my weird way of love, I hate you
So until the day that you might go home
You need to trust me that your mental and entity is made of styrofoam
Bad coping methods are still coping, and You'renot fucking coping
So I don't get why the fuck You're not scraping blades across your veins
Your favourite person hates you, not as much as you hate yourself
Till this day, i've not met such a disgrace as yourself
This will be good for your mental health, one incision for every mistake
Slash yourself from your fingernail to your shoulderblade then go record and mix a verse
And sample your blood dripping for the clap
So when you die, You're not insane or tapped
You're an artist with a craft
Watch it seep, feel it sting, watch it bleed
Stand up for me so you can hear it drip to your feet
There's really no point trying to weep, cuz nobody can stop you now
And the fact no one can stop you Is what makes you feel most at ease
Fuck aftercare for minute, stare at it with glee
You did this, we did this, you should be proud of me
So on this day that you might go home
You need to trust me that your existence and skin is made of styrofoam
You did good
You did great
I'm proud of you, I'm so fucking fucking proud of you
Look what you did, there's so many and I just wanna Agh!
So on this day you didn't go home
I told you, everything is made of styrofoam

Written by:
Victorious Mordi

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