Suicide On The Edge{Prod.By$$BEATCLEAVER$$}

I set her in my head, thinkin' life’s a cruel joke, Suicide on the edge, with death ready to poke, I’m tired of the grind, feelin’ lost in the fog, Every moment’s a battle, I’m just tryin’ to slog. I’m missin’ you, baby, wishin’ for a call, But every time I reach, I just stumble and fall, Catchin’ breath in this mess, but I’m runnin’ on fumes, Life’s a race with no finish, just a series of dooms. Thoughts heavy like lead, draggin’ me down low, Can’t escape this dread, it’s a dark undertow, I’m searchin’ for a light in this shadowy hall, But the echoes of your laughter still haunt me through it all. I’m trapped in my head, where the silence screams loud, In a crowd but alone, lost beneath the shroud, Time’s slippin’ away, I’m just tryin’ to cope, With a heart full of pain, and a flicker of hope.