Sick with myself, but I've got no one else, so I give it to myself it's the only thing that helps it's the same thing this pain thing that keeps me from sleeping and screaming that god I must be motha f**king dreaming and I can rest in peace and at least cease to be cease to see those things in me that make me wanna cease to breath and ceased to need and ceased to feed, sickness that's in me this is all that I can be, I can't breath as I bleed
/Chorus/ Tha Producer:
I don't know why I cut myself, god, give me a sign or help I wont cry it'll be fine, I'll take my last breath push it out my chest till theres nothing left
I know that my minds near the end, god, I hurt myself and fell I wont cry it'll be fine, I'll take my last breath push it out my chest till theres nothing left
/verse2/ J-Dog:
Have you ever met a living legend, just a real friend who planned his end and where do I began you said it was pretend. And when the bullet went through it took more then just you, it took two it was you it was me and suddenly...... How can someone say they're helpless and then they act so selfish. You put me through hell with this so f**k you lets just end this. And what about our friendship and what you did was senseless. You thought you found an exit. Like I said lets end this
/Chorus/
/Bridge/ Tha Producer:
I just wanna say good bye, Disappear with no one knowing I don't wanna live this lie, smiling to the world unknowing I don't want you to try, you've done enough to keep me going I'll be fine, I'll be fine, I'll be fine for the very last time
/Chorus/
Compositores: Aron Erlichman (BMI), George Arthur Ragan (BMI), Jorel Decker (BMI)Editor: Songs Of Octone (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #25285772 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM