Been a minute since I felt like Steve,
A longer minute, since I wrote like this.
Happy, is what I need,
Small, how I usually feel.

Wanted to write about love,
But don't know how that feels.
Wanted to write about that,
But I've been alone ever since.

Ever since that, I been on alcohol and weed,
Ever since that, I've been needing a shrimp.
Ever since that, developed some social anxiety,
Ever since esteem left, I've been missing a feel.

Been looking up at everyone since I learned to stand,
Wanting to reach new heights, prove society I'm a man.
Drinking tryna feel high, I smoke weed, I feel numb.
Wish I could reach the height they demand.

To be continued...