Hold up hold up it's eleven o clock is it not I'm going crazy hearing them talk like tic toc hands on a clock men on my block I'm getting kinda lost in this nonsense I'm all over bad luck no four leaf clover can't get this car to turn over this peace of crap causing me to rap like tap tap on my keyboard calling out all aboard like poller express making no progress in this process of recovery cause I've made a new discovery of a broken heart it wasn't like that in the start I just want to restart but I've came this far might as well continue so give me the new venue like what's on the menu ain't nothing past due cause I've felt everything and I'm still pretending that I'm all right now it's midnight and I'm still trying to fight to sleep but my thoughts can only keep me awake like whats at stake other that my mental health feelings falling off of the shelf causing my life to feel like hell all I want to do is yell can you tell that I'm not happy all these demons just attack me and now I think they have trapped me I'm breaking to pieces like a broken glass went from feeling like top of my game to lower than lame loosing my fame nobody going to remember my name it's all repetitive everything is the same it's driving me insane Now I'm calling out the demons name in my mind they dwell like space an endless void but I just can't avoid the voices I'm running out of choices this pain is enormous now it's one o clock and I'm picking up the glock putting it to my head should of listen to what tigger said (The wonderful thing about being a tigger is I'm the only one ) ×2 Now Im pulling the trigger on the gun and it's all done my blood beginning to run from my scull I've lost it all now all that's left to do is fall sorry to whoever walks down the hall and opens my door to see me on the floor I just couldn't take it no more