you said I’d never be the one so I fill up my lungs and I sit in this propitious mental state of a prison I’m hating everyone shit I’m hating myself i wish I could whip out the 9 and blast ya all to hell well... some days it’s hard to look up when I’m feeling down when the world sits on my shoulders like boulders and I drown I kinda wanna splatter my brains across the wall witha single round