running out of doubt E

You don't even like yourself. Damn, please, I know enough Stuff. To tell you that you're really I'm gon' be Really fucked find my way. Tryna late. You don't even like yourself. Damn, please, I know enough stuff. To tell you that you're really fucked Up. I'm Always Gon' Be really fucked up. Tryin' to find way. Tryna do it Am I supposed to go to places where it Hurts me now? Am supposed to fix the hole my mother's dug? That's these Times in Your Window, You can't Fucking trust. That's everything You're Done, gone, you can't erase.