ain't a bad person, but am dwelling that am bound for hell,
cause when it come's to selling my good soul, a ain't got a ounce to sell,
winning is not a word a can pronounce well,
unless a cheated to get it, that's why money, my allowance repels,
that's right fucking broke again, feel darkness closing in,
feel like the devil's has pointed me out an said I've chosen him,
to see what it's like for a life to be a living nightmare,
god not giving me light here, a example giving right their,
how I'm on my own in this, too battle my way out of this mess,
hardest challenge is money to buy stuff, like at Christmas,
this year a think topping my wish list, is too wish this,
problem would go away, an a can rest in peace once more,
rest in peace like the dead without being deceased an gone for,
cause being here, constantly locked in this depressive state,
an always trying to find the key to get out,always investigate,
is getting me too the point, that am getting aggressive showing hate,
cause of this, always searching is so frustrating best to wait,
till my mood's carm, cause when am trying too escape,
like this saying a can, then even a should know am lying too fate,
feed at your own will
