The End of Myself
(Intro)
Say too much but your words mean nothing
Say too much but your words mean nothing
(Chorus)
I’m so tired of the same old people
Running around to collect
Same old people
They’ll be dead in their tracks
Fucking sucking on my ball sack
(Verse 1)
Been thinking about collapsing
Kind of fucking relapsing
Taking too much were I not able to wake up
Stay up another site
Another hallucination
Forget about my knife
Forget about my knife
(Verse 2)
Want to cut again
Why do I pretend that life can be something
It’s just a bunch of nothing
Who really cares that I’m falling into a pit of nothing
My life is a joke
I forgot to laugh at
(Chorus)
I’m so tired of the samе old people
Running around to collect
Samе old people
They’ll be dead in their tracks
Fucking sucking on my ball sack
(Verse 3)
Counting my bullets
Wanted to take back
They call me a fucking shooter
Got nothing in my backpack
Got the violence within the lyrics
Who know what’ll be down
I wouldn’t take it back anyways
(Verse 4)
Imagine you coming into my room
Find me painted on the walls
But did you really know me
I wasn’t involved
But the revolver really spoke to me
Shit, didn’t know me
I hate myself and that fact that I was a mistake
I hate the fact that you’re always going to be alone
Bitch call me, don’t answer the phone
The room really takes its form
As it swallows me whole
(Chorus)
I’m so tired of the same old people
Running around to collect
Same old people
They’ll be dead in their tracks
Fucking sucking on my ball sack
I’m so tired of the same old people
Running around to collect
Same old people
They’ll be dead in their tracks
Fucking sucking on my ball sack
(Verse 5)
Can’t really take another night staring at the space light
Somehow it will get better
Drown it with hard liquor
Knowing my demons can swim through the percentages
I’m killing myself slowly
The way that you wanted it to be
(Breakdown)
The way that you wanted it to be
The way that you wanted it to be
The way that you wanted it to be
The way that you wanted it to be