POS

You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missing
 You could jump right off a bridge, and the world would not be different
 'Cause you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway
 Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay (shut the fuck up!)
 La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
 La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
 Voice in my head, it's my own worse critic
 Maybe it's a product of my bad decisions
 Woke up face-down in the damn kitchen
 Two shots too many, passed my limit
 Happiness ain't so far away
 But it gets closer up to Chardonnay
 Tryna make sense, can't concentrate
 With a voice in my brain screaming every day
 You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missing
 You could jump right off a bridge, and the world would not be different
 'Cause you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway
 Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay (shut the fuck up!)
 La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
 La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
 Maybe it's a product of the girls I'm picking
 Always been good at making bad decisions
 Shouldn't get involved with these stank-ass bitches
 That's just a type that piques my interest
 Couple screws loose, she a basket case
 Tryna cut her off, but the ass is great
 Probably better off if I masturbate
 When she up in my face, screaming every day
 You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missing (shut the fuck up!)
 You're a piece of shit, no one cares if you go missing
 You could jump right off a bridge, and the world would not be different
 'Cause, you're just a waste of space, no one likes you anyway
 Fuck your therapy, you'll never be okay