The life I live isn't worth a dime
I wish i had a life that i could call mine
its about time to pick up the 9
n blow out my brains without a sign without a trace of why!
I should just go back to the life of being high
trying to figure out whether to live or die
not believing in heaven or hell, would i still get wings and be able to fly?
Even if they told me yes are you sure they wouldn't lie?
Siting here depressed and every 5 minutes theres a sigh
I dont believe anyone can help me
so now imma just end it here and now and just dropp to my knees
hearing nothing but the screaming from people asking god why did this happen to me
its time to see that theirs actually a problem with me
damn thats the key
it was just me
If someone would've said something i would still be here to breath
here to see here to touch
but now people standing over my grave
wishing that they had time to save me
time they could've gave me to make things work
but now in their minds will lurk
a picture of me and the though of why they dont take the time for me