Cold Looks (working)

Doughboy Productions [B5+F4] [A5+E4] [G5+D4] I entered and could feel the cold looks from my kin Some really hated that I could just blow in the wind Like I fell to the bottom now I sit with a dumb grin Maybe I had some doppelganger like that evil twin I can sense what they think to all of their chagrin None of this makes any sense to me Plenty of chances too dense I see I just run don't want that third degree [D6-A4] [D6-F4-G4] [hook] A thousand cuts, don't hurt but made impressions Ten thousand ruts I was told about my depression Like they telling me something that is a confession Bitch I live it I don't need to hear about my regression A cold glance then a comment about my actions I told her chance to admonish was sort of lacking had her own son greedy as fuck money stacking Tend your own fences instead of offense packing Just because I'm bright doesn't mean I'm not self-destructive Mind over that might Til the might get charged conductive Line it up tonight Your argument is just so reductive [E4+G6+G4] [3 hits] [hook] A thousand cuts, don't hurt but made impressions Ten thousand ruts I was told about my depression Like they telling me something that is a confession Bitch I live it I don't need to hear about my regression Empty cans and burned roaches praying to God like he's my coaches. To my body I really wasn't that best hostess like I may have burned it down like roasting. What's all this about shit, it's about men being broken and coasting on embers that are about to be ghosting. An empire burns when the people get comfortable toasting. I get down with a frown watching people in the town who chase all the worst types loud with a lack of sense while they proud and they still don't stop til the bodies found. [E4+G6+G4] [3 hits] [hook] A thousand cuts, don't hurt but made impressions Ten thousand ruts I was told about my depression Like they telling me something that is a confession Bitch I live it I don't need to hear about my regression