Hayley's Song

I feel incredibly lonely and struggle to contain my anger.

I threw my phone in frustration because it rarely rings.

People who approach me are only interested in getting marijuana.

My friends are busy focusing on their grades and are not available.

I've been alone for seven months and recently abstained from substance use.

I used to heavily indulge in smoking marijuana.

Feeling mentally strained because I have nowhere to express my thoughts.

Hopeful for communication but realizing nobody can understand my pain.

Despite my hopes, nobody can handle or relate to my pain.

Still alone for seven months and maintaining sobriety.

People who might care are tired of hoping for my positive change.

Repeated attempt to receive a call, highlighting desperation.

Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the

Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone

Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the

Expressing extreme loyalty and willingness to sacrifice for friends.

I’d go to bat for my friends

I’d take a bat to someone’s back

Bend over backwards for my friends

Empty my bank for my friends

I’d slap a cactus for my friends

And I’m a vegan but I’d kill a fuckin' animal for them

Frustration that friends can't handle minor issues, possibly related to addiction.

An itty-bitty addiction

Is that why no one’s really willing to listen

‘Cause they know I’mma hit ‘em with really vivid depictions

I’ll take that as a hint that i’m really lyrically gifted

Desire for recognition in the music industry and the respect of others.

Is a throne in the game and the respect you’ll owe me as king

So maybe when you see I’m dope on the stage

You’ll all become my groupies so that you can soak in my fame

Continued isolation and sobriety, questioning the significance without an audience.

Doubt about the impact of sobriety when no one is around to witness it.

Fucking difference

Continued desperation for a phone call, emphasizing loneliness.

Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the

Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone

Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the

Reflection on poor decisions, losing friends, and the consequences of drug use.

Here’s what I’ve assessed

Smoking cess seven times a day is not the best for copping friends

‘Cause while you care about your buds

They only care about your bud

And the ones who care about you don’t wanna see you on drugs, so they turn around and run

They leave you with one

Manipulative motherfucker, I don’t need to go on

Creating art (song) as an outlet when friends are gone and unwilling to help.

You come up with some hot lines

But your friends are all gone and they don’t wanna run hotlines

Failed attempts to communicate with a brother about personal struggles.

But he was like, stop it there man

my days going fine

Repeated plea for someone to answer the phone, reinforcing isolation.

Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the

Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone

Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the

Repetition of the longing for a call, reinforcing the theme of loneliness.

Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the

Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone

Pick it up, pick it up, pick up, pick up the phone, pick up the phone, pick up the

I’ve been alone for seven months and I’ve been sober for days

Despite personal changes, those who cared are tired of hoping for a positive transformation.