Everiii word spoken... im gettin sick cuz
everii word, im livin
i dont wear no make up, it wont cover da blemishes
i wake up, try and rise from the ashes
open cuts n wounds, scars eva since the womb
aint seen nothin but cloudz, its all filthy
buildin up gave me this feelin, im guilti
of not caring
eyez blurry aint seein to clearrlii
cant even focus right, im alwaiz starin in both directions
wear shades to hide the bags, n the pressure from tension
upsettin, aint an excedrin out to help the depression
back to injectionz, migranes, n more questions
how many more philosophies i gotta keep acceptin
to release the repressed in feelingz i kept in
im silent, but im screamin inside,
so i guess im thinkin a bit violent,feelin like a monster bride
i once had companii to comfort me
now it seem like my company is me
they use me indirectly n then be done wit me
i feel az if i belong in a casket, all i see the past and im restless
like im in a permanent sleep, n the airs polluted
but fuk it, i aint even tryna understand it
the oxygen which im breathin, carry so many toxins
thas proly y im feelin a bit poisoned,
n every day seem like im bein a few seconds more forgotten
im not tryina club im not tryina hug,
no more close relations, n i put fire on love
i aint makin myself sedastic n unfaithful
i got damaged within, thas proly y im never stable
tried jumpin in the lakez, poppin a couple of grapez
needlez in my veinz, im bleedin out this pain
im not feelin inside, im not feelin this life
come see for ur self, im appealin from my side
they dont got a cure for wat i been cursed wit
a punishment from above, or am i jus disturbed wit,
n im feelin attrakted to pain
suicide is my adrenaline rush, n my every attempt is to entertain
i cant see past me... i hv gotten so vain
n wen it rains i cry.. i weep with my consoler... the night sky
my pain beyond tollerance.... my body goes limp
my soul stays hoppin the pain would fly
growin up is wat u gotta accept to not expect
live as a surprize,.. otherwise it's death
after so manii incidents, u feel a bit twisted
loosin ur innocense jus mean u been diggin
n every time u getta little deeper
a couple more scratches on ur surface drag u closer to the reeper
they call it maturity, come mature wit me
feel my pain as u done before
make it fade... make it pour
plea for help not meant to be ignored
for this u must find a cure
