heaven white T dark is over coming me only time im sad is the real me hide my insecurities send me to the happy place i see im depressed i always in a mission neverless i impressed inssest when the double count hit my clock double on my Blick run away with the sadness in my madness run til im sick throp up on my floor all that henny watsed but im still sick from the way ny life has been going it suck all good things come to an end then i bend time reverse chronological ideological let my old time bust the my cronical im not holding back no more i keep my stick on my side and all suicide when it come it calls burn my demons leave them i cut then bleed my song is very deep but now i speak real my acne brings half the other sadnes then my uglyness cut in half brings me back to when i was young when do i point this gun shoot til im done help when im in my mind i get blind but suicide covers my life then i enter my internal life im back things get rad