And don’t believe the narcissism
Where everyone projects and expects you to listen to ’em
Make no mistake, I live in a prison
That I built myself, it is my religion
And they say that I am the sick boy
Easy to say, when you don’t take the risk, boy
Welcome to the narcissism
Where we’re united under our indifference…
I run out of stuff to say… often. That probably doesn’t seem likely, or possible, to some of you… but I do run out of stuff to say.
And then some of y’all open your mouths and remind me why people irritate me.