crydancing

Im bout to make a song for me
A pessimistic symphony
Its bitter like a tangerine
But sweeter than your sympathy
Oo cause sometimes I dont wanna fight it anymore, anymore
Oo and sometimes I swear that I like it, so here I go
Im Im Im cry crydancing I
It feels so right right right cry crydancing I
I dont wanna explain myself
Dont need to explain myself to you or anyone
Im Im Im cry crydancing I
I take a shot of nyquil neat
And make a dress out of my sheets
Its the party of my lucid dreams
A met gala of misery
But I can get us in for free
Oo cause sometimes I dont wanna fight it anymore, more, more, more when
Im Im Im cry crydancing I
It feels so right right right cry crydancing I
I dont wanna explain myself
Dont need to explain myself to you or anyone
Im Im Im cry crydancing I
I feel I feel some type a way
Yea I feel I feel some type a way
Yea I feel I feel some type a way
Yea I feel I feel some type a way
I feel I feel some type a way
Yea I feel I feel some type a way
Yea I feel I feel some type a way
Yea I feel I feel some type a way
Im Im Im cry crydancing I
It feels so right right right cry crydancing I
I dont wanna explain myself
Dont need to explain myself to you or anyone
Im Im Im cry crydancing I