Run From Your Problems and Live in The Past

You run from your problems
It only makes them worse
Most people commit suicide
Then are taken away by hearse

They dwell on them
And try to live life
But in the end
They just get sliced

Its like a passion
A dream they live day by day
Thats what happens
To people that stray

You live in the past
And you die in the past
Then think to yourself
Why your life didn't last

Its because you were foolish
And only thought about yourself
And in the end it left you
With nothing but you alone by yourself

You live life a lie
From now until you die
Or commit suicide
Or over does on highs

Its really not worth living
Your just taking up space and air
It is probably better off
That you died scared