Testo Winner

I'm so tired of eating alone
In shopping mall food courts at 1:00 p.m
Goddamn, where did I go wrong?

Not me keeping all my lessons in a backpack
Slowly creeping like a demon, that's a flashback
Tell 'em I don't need you, I must only be true
Why can't I just see through the pressure and the brain stew? If you want it, yeah, I got it going
On and on and on

Now tell me I'm your winner
And losing's just been filler
Now tell me I'm your winner

Now tell me I'm your winner
And losing's just been filler
Now tell me I'm your winner

I'm so tired of having a tone
When talking to the ones I love
On a phone that I just barely own
Arguing on things I hardly know