hppd from magdalene by garden graves

im so pathetic
cant write songs for shit
stare in my screen like a bottomless pit
ive been feelin like junk 4 way too long
try another time to write a trashy song
the world is synthetic 
made outta stars 
so smart and poetic 
make me who they are
im always sick u can hear it in my voice
i try my best but the devil gives no choice

im not empathetic 
no goodwill to send 
call me prophetic
but i know how this ends
i used to see it on repeat every day in my head
what’s the point of living if ill just wind up dead?

i was so frenetic
without antidepressants 
yk i dont have forbearance
and i cant tell my parents
ive been seeing all this shit for god too long
ittl go away, away when im gone
 
hppd
will b the the death of me
hppd
ill plea on my knees
ive been wishing on a sun that id come free 
god give me the key
to break from misery 
and free me from this goddamn hppd 

• Rock
• alt rock
• diy
• fantasy
• indie-folk
• lofi
• California