Listen to this, it's a mental break down
Telling my self its worth the wake-up
Leaving the note underneath the bed
I'm not ready, just dead
The alarms going off, telling myself its ok to doze off
Nobody cares if I'm coming in late
Maybe I just need a bullet thru my brain
I been feeling it, (yeah) I been thinking it,
(yeah), the pain in my chest is worse than death, so maybe
Got nowhere else to run, I rather hide.
the trauma is following me thru the night
Loading the .45, aiming at my mind
The shot is the alarm for the rest of the house

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