I can't tell you how being incel really is, I can only tell you what it feels like

[romanstock]

And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe, but I won't sui while I can fight
As long as the cope feels right, it's like I'm in flight
High off on love, drunk from my hate
It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love her, the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown, my oneitis resuscitates me
She fuckin' hates me, and I love her — "Wait!
Where you going?" — "I'm blocking you!" — "No, you ain't!
Come back!" — We're runnin' right back, here we go again
It's so insane, 'cause when it's goin' good, I'm feelin' great
I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane
But when it's bad, it's awful, I feel so ashamed
She snapped, "Who's that dude?", I don't even know his name
I Chadfished her, I'll never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength

 

[Darkeningstar]

Bump

 

[romanstock]

Bump

thanks man

 

[Darkeningstar]

thanks man

No problem