Mantra کے بول

Please stop trying to impress people who don't care about you I repeat as a mantra I've known this wicked waltzer all too long It's the cycle I'm stuck on And I'm trying to be better, but I fall at every hurdle Please stop trying to find comfort in these sociopaths Their beauty is exclusively on the surface As they pull you side to side With all their drugs and who's who stories And fill that empty space from being a child Or something like that Straddle these rusted wheels and pedal through the gridlock On this dry summer evening Turn my phone off, I'm not receiving anything or anyone Just the sound of the empty caverns in my skull Self-loathing will be culled If I rise above this lull