Young Writers Society

(Chorus)

So here I sit in my chair wonderin’ at the world

A little bit of nappy hair and a cheap polo shirt

Here I sit in a chair wonderin’ at this world

The one that punishes those who are already hurt

(Verse 1)

I wanna say somethin’ but I can’t, though (Why?)

Cause don’t nobody listen, bro

Look at me, do I look popular? (Nah)

Nah, I don’t, but I won’t stop it (BRUH)

I’ve been staring at the world

Like a god in the skies

Sendin’ out these emails

That never get replies

Tryna hold on to the faith i have

But tryna spread some love could probably get ya backstabbed

(Chorus x2)

Yeah, I sit in my chair wondering just how it works-

Just how I get called irritating for cracking a smirk

How my problem’s trivialized like it doesn’t even matter

Though I’m sure all those fake friendships that y’all having could easily shatter

Hypocrites, they run the planet

Popularity, I can’t stand it

Going crazy on the daily

Tryna grind, scrape by, and cram, but

If you take a look and see what

Y’all’ve done to you and me

Then maybe you’ll just change your mind

And put on a fresh reality

Now, I know it sounds cliche

Best believe I’m not Em

But though I try hard every day

It Doesn’t Matter In The End

When you take a look and listen

At the places around you

You may just come to mention

The tragedy that surrounds you

(Chorus)

Now walk with me. Just for a little moment

Think about anytime best friends turned into worst opponents

Think about the times you said you’d fight but know you won’t

Think about the times. Think about it- maybe don’t

Maybe ignore all the things I’ve said- they’ll all just molt

Away and know that you’re a lost hope

Forget about the need to cope

No reason to try anymore

The whole world’s brains are all on dope

Nobody’s got it out for you, no white man or the like

But I know full well in my heart

All this lightnin’s gonna strike you like

(BOOM)