not as good as my old stuff but here goes
sitting here so tired and weak with no sleep
thoughts of defeat conceived and they go deep
ready to quit so tired of stressing life
head in splits admiring my death in sight
what would people think when that shit goes down
to read peoples minds what I'd give to now
hear exactly what words they are thinking
do they know that I'm stuck here sinking
reminiscing all the great, that's my past
smashed full on memories got me thinking glass
so gentle steadily handle or I'll shatter fast
bit and pieces exactly where the heart is at
can't sink no lower than this life's a bitch
why follow the rest and strive for bliss
life's your bitch how retarded is this
i'm sick of it just end mine quick