waste of a body

Everyone's a critic Their whispers got me cryin in my civic I called my mom like sorry I can't visit She told me to come home But I'm drunk broke and alone Do you ever feel abused Like gods been fucking with the rules Bite my tongue keep my feelings inside me Smoke my lungs till they scream like a banshee I know it's wrong I'm running from my problems but I feel like i'm a waste of a body Posing for the photo They're looking cause I pulled up in a polo My only friends they use me for the promo I'm getting high But If I hit another I might self destruct You can call me a lover but I don't feel too much Bite my tongue keep my feelings inside me Smoke my lungs till they scream like a banshee I know it's wrong I'm running from my problems but I feel like i'm a waste of a body I'm a waste of a body I'm a waste of a body Do you ever feel abused Like gods been fucking with the rules Bite my tongue keep my feelings inside me Smoke my lungs till they scream like a banshee I know it's wrong I'm running from my problems but I feel like i'm a waste of a body I'm a waste of a body I'm a waste of a body