DOWN BAD - Ghostie

I’ve been fucked up, down bad

Deconstructing all my relationships

Sometimes Ghostie’s going out sad

Everyone too busy to give a shit

I understand, I do

It’s hard to change the mood

My pronoun is loser

Uh, how do you do?

For years I’ve wanted to be safe

Too much depression, I feel like a slave

All these wounds of hate (Okay)

I cannot tire this pain

Oh, oo-ooh

I can’t, I can’t

Tire this pain that dwells so deep in my soul

I cannot contain

All this pain I feel

You can have it, you can have it

All this pain I feel

You can have it

You can have this shit 'cause I don’t want it