My Demons
Tried to kill the creature that you see in my eyes disguised im a victim of my deadly demise prized to be fed by my very own lies sized to take on what the fuck ive devised surprised that im not yet paralized just high cant lie thats what ive been doin my whole life livin it on the edge of a knife do it every night sometimes i need just a little break fool motherfuckers that teach love to me are hateful guess i should be grateful that i still have room to breath but they really dont need me when theyre thoughts are ill concieved to point out the demons in me hear them at night in my dreams screaming at me. no this is not a disease its a curse been doing it since birth and ill be dealing with it till they straight put me in a hearse aint no doctor or nurse can take away from my thoughts or my words immersed in my own shit till it hurts running in reverse whats worse i must have a learning disability my stability dwindles right in front of me with no futility possibly my ability to refrain from nobility is whats really the reason to whats killin me and the only option i have is to put some pills in me maybe one day ill break down and really see why i lose everything and everyone that was ever worth a damn to me i plan to see hands up asking me what the fuck all i can do is stand up na i wont back up ill just pack up and find reprieve cuz these demons inside of me won't leave im on my knees beggin please but they dont give a fuck about my pleas they just torture me im bordering on the fact that suicide is just an act so i cant be fake gotta stay straight cuz my heros always show up late or not at all im fucking tall but i fall short to every obstacle even though im optimal i go and cop a bag thats optional its possible that i would stay volitile dont know weather i should bawl or smile at my own death when im trapped in this long hall with nothing but a pile of meth at best im obsessed with putting clouds up in my chest till death addiction is a game of chess a test and im at a stalemate put it on my nameplate when i die that i tried to be great and only got halfway enough to saveface when most of the time i was yelling mayday running round with a frown waitin for payday but it never comes seeing all my problems come instead locked up in my own head with the monsters that i fed with all the bullshit that i said when i see red. its a wonder why i havent taken lead and put it though my head till im dead nuff said
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Tried to kill the creature that you see in my eyes disguised im a victim of my deadly demise prized to be fed by my very own lies sized to take on what the fuck ive devised surprised that im not yet paralized just high cant lie thats what ive been doin my whole life livin it on the edge of a knife do it every night sometimes i need just a little break fool motherfuckers that teach love to me are hateful guess i should be grateful that i still have room to breath but they really dont need me when theyre thoughts are ill concieved to point out the demons in me hear them at night in my dreams screaming at me. no this is not a disease its a curse been doing it since birth and ill be dealing with it till they straight put me in a hearse aint no doctor or nurse can take away from my thoughts or my words immersed in my own shit till it hurts running in reverse whats worse i must have a learning disability my stability dwindles right in front of me with no futility possibly my ability to refrain from nobility is whats really the reason to whats killin me and the only option i have is to put some pills in me maybe one day ill break down and really see why i lose everything and everyone that was ever worth a damn to me i plan to see hands up asking me what the fuck all i can do is stand up na i wont back up ill just pack up and find reprieve cuz these demons inside of me won't leave im on my knees beggin please but they dont give a fuck about my pleas they just torture me im bordering on the fact that suicide is just an act so i cant be fake gotta stay straight cuz my heros always show up late or not at all im fucking tall but i fall short to every obstacle even though im optimal i go and cop a bag thats optional its possible that i would stay volitile dont know weather i should bawl or smile at my own death when im trapped in this long hall with nothing but a pile of meth at best im obsessed with putting clouds up in my chest till death addiction is a game of chess a test and im at a stalemate put it on my nameplate when i die that i tried to be great and only got halfway enough to saveface when most of the time i was yelling mayday running round with a frown waitin for payday but it never comes seeing all my problems come instead locked up in my own head with the monsters that i fed with all the bullshit that i said when i see red. its a wonder why i havent taken lead and put it though my head till im dead nuff said
this is a nice song but you rushed it ride the beat and put a toe tag on it 💯 I fuck wit it tho ❤️