Whenever I get asked "what's wrong" I just shrug my shoulders with a smile

I get called "devil" by satan himself
And it's not a flex

"Blind eye" mode on

Just how much do I have to extent to protect my fragile feelings?

I loathe loud harsh people

Oh

I mean it was him

Tea party? Yes although as if my head was a heavy block

Fuck whomever tries to hurt my feelings, I wish you burn in hell for all eternity

No one really cares
And that's the best part

Good morning? Not sure