Inner Workings of a Killer by Kenna Marie Lyrics
I’m having a lot of unnerving voices going on and I don’t want to sort it. I don’t know why some areas in my life I choose to ignore it. I’m not hyper focused on anything, although certain subjects are ringing a bell. “I don’t know” is my go to conclusion. I was reading up on how I’m abusing...
Aye
Now I ghosted you; the typical rubric, schedule I do. I had said upon myself, “I was not driven in the way she wanted me to be.” I was not the ideal health. I just know that I feel guilty about not working on myself. I am disappointed my communication has been severed- not better
It’s easy to forget... especially if it never worked before. And I feel I am striving for more of what I deserve. I know right now, and for awhile, it’s been tough. It’s been a trial
I feel I only know this talented soul that goes through so many filters and flashbacks and that’s what you get. Oh, I’m being bullied by my ruthless inner critic
You may not get to meet her. Somedays my moods are a mindset. It may strike as familiar or foreign and I don’t want to risk it yet...
My capabilities come in spurts. The mainstream line is busy trying to work. Maintain a steady flow of life... so I remain neutral, calm. I tend to float between overstimulated and underwhelmed. Desensitized. I’m so tired from not doing anything. And I’m the only one to blame
To blame
Lately, I was trying to self promote myself. I released “Cold" on SoundCloud, then I got help. And I realized I was just shit. A filler. A buffer. And no one gets to hear the inner workings of a killer, killer killer
Yeah, I need hittas, hittas, hittas. I just don’t want to flop; I’ve done that a lot
I really need a real job. Got an interview tomorrow and I hope I rise above all my fears, my anxieties. They’re still here with me
No matter where I go, they do not flee
I just want to make some money. So, stack the green. Stack the rack. Count your blessings and be glad
And that’s that
Aye
Now I ghosted you; the typical rubric, schedule I do. I had said upon myself, “I was not driven in the way she wanted me to be.” I was not the ideal health. I just know that I feel guilty about not working on myself. I am disappointed my communication has been severed- not better
It’s easy to forget... especially if it never worked before. And I feel I am striving for more of what I deserve. I know right now, and for awhile, it’s been tough. It’s been a trial
I feel I only know this talented soul that goes through so many filters and flashbacks and that’s what you get. Oh, I’m being bullied by my ruthless inner critic
You may not get to meet her. Somedays my moods are a mindset. It may strike as familiar or foreign and I don’t want to risk it yet...
My capabilities come in spurts. The mainstream line is busy trying to work. Maintain a steady flow of life... so I remain neutral, calm. I tend to float between overstimulated and underwhelmed. Desensitized. I’m so tired from not doing anything. And I’m the only one to blame
To blame
Lately, I was trying to self promote myself. I released “Cold" on SoundCloud, then I got help. And I realized I was just shit. A filler. A buffer. And no one gets to hear the inner workings of a killer, killer killer
Yeah, I need hittas, hittas, hittas. I just don’t want to flop; I’ve done that a lot
I really need a real job. Got an interview tomorrow and I hope I rise above all my fears, my anxieties. They’re still here with me
No matter where I go, they do not flee
I just want to make some money. So, stack the green. Stack the rack. Count your blessings and be glad
And that’s that