歌詞

I hate this kind of silence Where the only sound is my skinny fridge snoring But I convince myself that I am blessed Cuz there's no need to force him To stop breathing yet I hate that I've reached the answers Given by someone so much older But I convince myself that I am blessed Cuz some were so much younger When they learned the games they'd never win I feel miserable I feel miserable I feel miserable But it's not enough to be seen as miserable I'm half-assed miserable I hate this kind of party Where my cheering friends don't notice This is just another fake charity show I season their meal With my blood from the scars Does it taste good? Does it taste good? But I convince myself that I am blessed That I am beautiful enough To at least have some friends I feel miserable I feel miserable I feel miserable But it's not enough to be seen as miserable I'm half-assed miserable