Call me a drama queen
Call me whatever the fuck you want
I’m doing my own streams
I’m turning from a number to a one
So go ahead, let out your screams
Your fucking lifestyle means nothing to me

Are you happy I’m writing a song about you
You’re lucky that I’m even giving two
Thoughts about what’s in that dusty mind of yours
It’s your turn to clean it up, I’m done dealing with chores

Good riddance!

Call me a loner
At least I love my company
Do you love your owner
Do you even know that you’re a sheep
You pulled a shepherd out of thin air
Why are you so surprised that I don’t care

Are you happy knowing you don’t have to know anything
You’re lucky that you’re so obedient
You make it look so easy to erase yourself and conform
And I look like I made a mess but I’m done dealing with chores

Good riddance!

So fresh
So clean
Wipe you off my screen
“You’re such a freak”
Well at least
I’m not living mindlessly
Can you even say that you’re alive
If the only world you know is that fucking lifestyle

Did you know you’re in a cage

And what do you even mean when you say to act my age
And how is acting less dramatic anyway
If I am such a headache let me help you find a door
I will take the window if I can escape dealing with chores

Good riddance!

I got too serious for you when I talked about my games
Cause I’m a weirdo just like you always say
Look at you now that you noticed that it’s not a phase, a joke
I will take the window and leave you to deal with the chores