Tattoos remain unfinished My phone lies unrepaired I feel so disconnected And no one seems to care I’m running out of money I’m running out of time The ones I love they bring me down They never hear me out
I am a lowlife I am in misery I am a failure So you don’t mess with me
My stereo is broken My days are incomplete My thoughts remain unspoken There’s no one here but me My hood is on the outskirts My job is underpaid I’m not that superhero But I’m all self-made