My father used to tell me I was nothing only worthless a stupid motherfucker that would live without a purpose,
put my thoughts up on a page so I could try to prove him wrong and every time I write a song I reminisce about the pain I am repressing in my brain so I don't have feel alone and I've been living with depression
so I wonder how this shit relive again, I'm comfortable with the thoughts the visions and now THIS!
I've been working on this record for a minute still I feel like nothing that I do is good enough my insecurities has proven this
so they seep into the music and its funny when other people see there parents amusing, abusing many a pill and loving the way I feel to the the point of my reality the farthest thing from real,
the only thing I ever needed was a little bit of love and I couldn't find it in people so I would seek it in drugs,
and I wanted to be the greatest instead I'm facing the truth, but the fact of the matter is that I'm losing it what's the use and I know I'm sounding repetitive like I lost it for living
I pray that I be forgiven they say it's just in the picture
(Unknown)
Gallivanting around, like fuck I'm finally free, I'm ignoring all of my problems, I said I'd bury them deep
but I'm actually terrified of my paranoia was verified cause I just realised I don't wanna' make it to twenty five,
a suicide, a psychopath a schizophrenic kinda guy that's looking for your everything hoping that you'll remember me,
the message I provided collided within the melody a metamorphisism religion given to us to read,
a resurrection of the saviour coming out of Nazareth with you could catch a laceration and a crucifixion
under what condition you make the decision moving like its in my position at the bottom wishin I was with it couldn't tell the difference
(Unknown)
