I'll give it my best, writing from my head,
It's not gonna klil me, lay me out on my bed.
Just take some pain killers, killing away the pain,
Hoping that it'll leave me with nothing left to gain,
But then again I'm not there, I got nothing to lose,
I'd just chill out, sit down, drinking some booze,
Because whatever I got left in me, I got it all here,
My heart, my soul, and a whole lot of fear,
Fearing one chick, a girl that I really like,
Scaring myself like being nervous on the mic,
I'm not a rap star, but if I was, I'd give it my best,
I wish that I was like in the second line, laid to my rest.
And I can feel it, driving forward into my heart,
I feel so mad that my insides would tear apart.
I have to stop a few times, to read over what I say,
Because if I don't get it right, it'll just be another one of those days,
where I get mad for no reason, no reason specifically;
I lie down on my bed and cry hysterically.
