Gotta give Props to Yahhah for this one. Things on this <http://www.forum.trshady.com/viewtopic.php?f=24&t=72877&sid=5692743aac64cbb2c9113134e2687af8> inspired me to write some of this....so props....and heads up not really feeling the chorus
Now, I'll start it off by saying I'm not committin suicide,
I'm just trying to look at my songs written with true pride,
I'm gonna start by askin a few questions,
So maybe you'll learn some new lessons,
Have you ever looked in the mirror, and not liked who's stairin back,
Its like I'm at my own funeral, wearin black, is it fair to act,
Act on my own sinful nature, that little voice in the dark,
Like a murder, like anger, its just a choice to spark,
I toil and toil over those bodies buried in the soil,
Dirty finger prints (prince) like they're married to royal,
These hands of mine, are undying like the sands of time,
Each plans crime, they're behind ropes like I stand in line,
My strands of hair, cross like hands of prayer,
Like if I'm in heaven, no hell and just stand there,
I'm stranded where, I'm abandoned scared,
So let me tell you about a man stripped to sadness,
As you proceed to see, me slip into madness,
Here's the final word you'll hear from me,
The last verses, with fast curses,
But you never heard me, so you guys don't deserve,
This is my suicide note, just know you murdered me,
All of you are bloodsuckin mosquitoes, that failed to bite,
My fists are too frail to fight,
no blood within them, they're too pail and white,
My ears hears only the bad things said,
It bangs my head,
As the gunshot stains my bed, as I'm slain dead,
I take a leap, to the pill bottle,
Its all fake sleep, yet I still swallow,
The lake is deep, and I will follow,
The shrill scream, is it still a dream?,
But my bed feels so much like the real thing,
Its like I feel a sting, I'm like bumble bees,
Humbled to knees, because of a tumblin breeze,
Seeing the Bible, reading the title, reaching chaper four,
My sense of humor is gone, there's no more laughter anymore,
So I can finally rid myself of this worldly hate,
Its like I'm completely hooked, and see swirling bate,
I surely wait, just for the beautiful pearly gate,
Here's the final word you'll hear from me,
The last verses, with fast curses,
But you never heard me, so you guys don't deserve,
This is my suicide note, just know you murdered me,
I'll have this burden until my bones, get crushed into fine dust,
My doubtful mind must, any way possible, find trust,
And believe that all things beneath me, as I'm soaring in high skies,
Ignoring cries, as I'm exploring my demise,
And make sure each verse never becomes boring tries,
Or sad attempts at becoming the best,
And dumbing the rest,
So the weak minded can understand, and succombing to less,
Yall want me hung from Beautlejuce, by a needles noose,
My bones drowned in blood,
Until their scattered, found in mud,
I'm done, I think I've ran enough,
Through anger and bullshit, I'll stand tough,
When the rest of you will fall like dandruff,
Coming out waving a white flag, and hands up,
This aint no suicide note, this is all of you killing me inside,
But right now, all I'm feeling is pride,
Here's the final word you'll hear from me,
The last verses, with fast curses,
But you never heard me, so you guys don't deserve,
This is my suicide note, just know you murdered me,