Are these good lyrics? Suffocating with a box full of feelings. They are numb when you don't care. My throat feels like it's cotton. And my skin feels the breeze in the air. But guess what I'm done with this. I'm done with all of this sh because I'm tired, tired of being called a FOS. Let me voice my opinion. Because the truth is your a minion. Tryina be what they are. Leaving all these scars. Just for what? I know, attention.

Yay or nay