I just wanna keep calling your name Till you come back home baby Fuck the fame Ducking the game Thinking of different ways Closing the distance On my way to be bringing you back Its driving me wack an I'm thinking of it every time I go to sleep That spark I was thinking of bringing it back Looking at u an it's wack I thought that I made it an than I saw you on my path an it jus so happened In the corner of my eye I catch The look of your cornea Couldn't let it pass by So I grabbed it with both hands Too bad I didn't grip it enough Cause life happened I let it slip Wasn't enough? Was u too rough? Was I too much? Was it the love? Was it the lust you had for somebody else Was it the me Was it the help Was it the mentality stuck in a rut? Kicking up a ruckus every time get home Nothing I did Man nothing I done I was kicking an screaming on my knees Begging an pleading You left me there bleeding Left me there sitting on the edge of the building Bottle of pills an the bottle of gin Became my best friend on the edge My tonic to think My sword in the sin Man last night i was thinking about her an i realised that... I still miss to see her its bad that the fact of the matter I'm not Marshall Mather's I'll never be rabbit but this arsenal killed my kim parshall its hard when when I yell an it helps i feel_without thinking and thats is my weakness its hard to breath when you can't speak without a bottle to drink so i jus wallow in sorrow waddle to fight what i feel well it helps me to sing somebody ring the alarm my heart almost spiked no one likes to like me thats why i write what i write put up a fight might_ look suicide in the eye a couple of times_ but i choose to write thats why i put it in rhyme_ call it wasting my time but I'd rather record than to die