Know my faith has been decreasing Call me names I don't believe in Left me cold to question reason Been six week in sunken season Didn't need it I pour my pain everyday Bored of the space that I waste I'm sick of pity parties I spent my last dime Became a carbon copy Of everything I tried to fight I'm sick of after parties And catty white lines My bodies faster than my feet I'm tryna kill my appetite Fake my temporary healing Bone dry, but I hate the feeling Grind my teeth into the cеiling In my dreams I'm never hеaling And I don't, need a pinch I pour my pain everyday Bored of the space that I waste I'm sick of pity parties I spent my last dime Became a carbon copy Of everything I tried to fight I'm sick of after parties And catty white lines My bodies faster than my feet I'm tryna kill my appetite