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attempts to encompass the feeling of complete and utter wallowing |
"One Good Reason" Everything means nothing to me. I hate myself and what I will be Always delerious, too coward for mirrors Always know your place when you hate your own face Because I know how I began and how I will end. Because I'm so very tired, babys got the bends. Nothing redeeming about me, no prospects ahead. I sicken and disgust myself to death. I see her face in every mistake that i make. Could be a trick played by my paranoid brain But it seems every evil thought stems from her seed. And I love to bleed, crave to spill it regularly. Now I'm a crashed credit card-- registered to me So say goodbye to those shopping sprees Cause I swear since I was a kid I knew the whole time, When I felt the weight buckle the choice would be mine I flinch at sunlight, pray for rain Not scared of dark, not scared of pain So thanks for the compounds I got to borrow I'm not scared of death, just scared of tomorrow And on my next birthday all I fucking wish Is for the Mayans to prove the Apocalypse Last time i was sober? I'll never remember.. Hope I get my wish this December So put me away and show me your games. If you're still entertained here you're insane.' Don't expect me to stay long cause the prophets were wrong No Christian brother fucker's gonna string me along Close the shop we're beyond repair Don't you know, theres no cure for queers? Grew up a screw up and ain't that a fact Suicidal thoughts, wheres the fucking app for that? I'm no good, I'm no good.. I sure wish I could lie If only you saw what I hide in my mind But I start to slide and the cracks start to show They bruise and then glow.. now i'm lower than low So lie and deny and give it away Maybe the paper will make it all fade Karma kicks in, lets weigh in my sins.. what a shock, thats sure a lot of fuckin weight now dissapate, looking for a needle in the hay How much more of this can i take? Getting a little hard to fake.. Hear your heart break in front of your face No time to waste.. the final hour awaits. |