I'm tired of my own tears I'm sick of life looking at me in fear like I'm some kinda man that shouldn't be here I've got alot to give but you tell me I have nothing worthless regardless maybe that's my way of thinking I understand my thoughts exactly they breakout like facial Hackney nothing no more makes sense trying not to give up i got no patience brain feels like I've had 15 operations hands sweat and get heart palpitations fuck a life where you work to provide no mother fucker help me survive sick of these brain activities I discribe don't you dare tell me I should die people say its the demons inside past life putting up a fight maybe it was my crimes you decide. I can hear you telling me I'm a failure messing with my peoples minds just a hater going on like your here to cater but your just a fucking other 1 your a traitor