Again and again I pretend nothings wrong so i take a puff of the bong and continue the song I got a confession I'm going through depression I sit down knife to my wrist life's at risk I've had enough time to fix my crime this is a mountain I don't wanna climb break my legs and give me two pegs so I can't walk cut my tongue so I can't talk then outline my body with chalk after I use the nine to collapse my spine empty room with evil thoughts waiting on doom so I can go boom then drop to the floor blocking the door you adore the sight of light leaving my eyes I'm finally over your lies so hear I am laying in my dirt bed waiting to come back like the walking dead filled with led with nothing in my head not even a brain ain't that strange I hear the train of life mine was ended at the stroke of a knife no more fights no more rights im dead anyway what can I say I talk to myself during the day nobody gonna care about me see that act real but don't carry the steel how do you think I'm suppose to feel yea I'm getting ill cause y'all keep saying I'm better on the pill im being for real maybe I'm ready to die nobody would cry of I passed without saying bye