coping mechanism

Willow Smith

Fun fact, I'm so, so sick of myself
My mind's a pretty broken hell
The wolves are talking
And the voices in my head (It's pretty obvious)
Fun fact, some days I just cry on the couch
Put my whole life away a shelf
I try to feel something
That's why I break everything (I'm screaming out, no)
That's the thought of who I'd be if you were me
And I, I just wanna die (It's a fun fact)

I've wasted so much time
Hating myself or trying accepting
That these feelings are demised
Hating myself for long
And now my guard's were down
I tried talking to someone else
No, you couldn't help it
Or could you?

Fun fact, I really wanna fucking make you cry
Just dizzy rides, so enticing
Just like you, mess with minds and every thought
Wind's blowing from my eyes
No emotion from inside
Fun fact, I'm the worst it's true
Fun fact, I learned it all from you
I need a coping mechanism now, every night

I've wasted so much time
Hating myself or trying accepting
That these feelings are demised
Hating myself for long
And now my guard's were down
I tried talking to someone else
No, you couldn't help it
Or could you?

You couldn't help it
No, you couldn't help it
No, you couldn't help it
No
Or could you?