Genetics Lyrics

Well my stomach is sick and she believes in Eugenics

Everything is so bland that it gives me a headache

I got all I want now my life's going downhill

I'm so bipolar that my head is a windmill

I meet her in the park with my two-year-old sweater

And now that I'm here I thought that things would be better

But maybe I might of messed a little

Cus now she moved towns and leaves me on delivered

I guess I'm too short

And I blame it on genetics

My words meaning nothing

Somebody 'ready said it

You could say I'm hurt

But I don't need a medic

I'll do a good job

But I won't take the credit

Well I know I'm not a prodigy

I'll just be in the symphony

Follow every other trend

Like everyone in front of me

I wanna keep it underground

And build up from a different sound

But they'll make a comparison

And bring me back right to the ground

I guess I'm too thin

And I blame it on genetics

My words mean nothing

Somebody 'ready said it

I try to sleep through pain but my beds made of metal

You don't need to send me help cus you know I'm not mental

I'm dragging the burden of people and it's heavy

I'm putting myself in the eyes of a villain

I'm used to the heat so I tremble when the wind blows

Seventy hundred miles worth of limbo

Self deprication seems to fit the picture

Throwing away my life isn't worth it

I guess I'm too small

And I blame it on genetics

And people want me to live up to my aesthetic

I've been counting my days since the time I was seven

I started from asking and that turned to begging