Soria

I've gobbled all the peels

I discard the fruit

I'm the only one left here and I'm a sour patch kid

Something about here is making me hate me Something about here is making me hate me Something I can't put my finger on

Something I can't put my fist through

It's not like this is what I'm trying to do

It's not something to prove or nothing better to do

No reason to stay is a good reason to go