And one more day goes by
And my mind to a thousand
Do not know me
Or general command for the b*tch who gave birth
Several ideas in my mind
I see myself sporting chain
On an island with a warm sun
Holding a glock with a long comb
I watch my blood drip
I wanted to have you so much
But fate is uncertain
And once again I will not have you
Wrist cutting, scattered knives
I look in the mirror and I'm disgusted with myself
I'm another sh*t in this world.
That I'm no good f*ck
And now that I'm gone
What will you do
Now it's too late
You only have to suffer !!
I am very hesitant, high chances
I cried days and nights begging for a chance
But no god picked me up
And I was confused.
To a revolt of everything
This f*cking world!
But it's too late now
Look at my wrists
They are all cut
Good bye world.