quick verse
164 Plays
•02 Oct 2018
what is your purpose? why are you worthless? tell me again why your life is a circus? tie up the tourniquet before you start squirtin I know life is hard when you're constantly hurtin I know what it's like to feel like you're a burden when it's sunny outside but you close up the curtains when you feel like you cannot relate to another person when you feel so down but adrenalines surgin when all your friends leave you crucified Cuz all you think of is suicide because we grew up thinkin its do or die they don't give a fuck about you or I or what we go through, try to unify but every second we feel like we're losing life wanna stick our necks in the noose we tied but if you don't go on that's what you decide feel like my mind don't have the right chemicals feels like society wants to slice off my testicles everything I think of just seems nonsensical lookin for help but it's never medical it's mental, so metal just feeds all my devils one foot on the gas and I'm stomping the pedal my stomachs in knots and it will not settle slam my face on the stove and knock over the kettle burning this curse till you think that I'm ugly please feed my soul Cuz I only feel hungry want you to love me, yea that would be lovely but everybody hates, yea ain't I so lucky? I am just garbage, so you can just dump me off in the trash before I start to get musty they think I'm needy, I think that I'm fuzzy up in my head when they act like that trust me
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what is your purpose? why are you worthless? tell me again why your life is a circus? tie up the tourniquet before you start squirtin I know life is hard when you're constantly hurtin I know what it's like to feel like you're a burden when it's sunny outside but you close up the curtains when you feel like you cannot relate to another person when you feel so down but adrenalines surgin when all your friends leave you crucified Cuz all you think of is suicide because we grew up thinkin its do or die they don't give a fuck about you or I or what we go through, try to unify but every second we feel like we're losing life wanna stick our necks in the noose we tied but if you don't go on that's what you decide feel like my mind don't have the right chemicals feels like society wants to slice off my testicles everything I think of just seems nonsensical lookin for help but it's never medical it's mental, so metal just feeds all my devils one foot on the gas and I'm stomping the pedal my stomachs in knots and it will not settle slam my face on the stove and knock over the kettle burning this curse till you think that I'm ugly please feed my soul Cuz I only feel hungry want you to love me, yea that would be lovely but everybody hates, yea ain't I so lucky? I am just garbage, so you can just dump me off in the trash before I start to get musty they think I'm needy, I think that I'm fuzzy up in my head when they act like that trust me
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