Final Track

Sometimes I just get so fucking mad. I can't control myself, I blackout.

I turn evil and I will destroy anything in my path.

I may have a problem but that thought just makes me laugh.

I'm everything you wish you had. I feel possessed as I write this, I'm glad.

Let the hate takeover on the track.

I want you to feel how I do about my past.

I expect to die fast when the blast from the gun hits my head and causes a gash.

So big that you cant cover up with a rag.

Now I'm laying on the floor and the last words I gag are I love you...

They put my body in a bag. Now everyone is happy, instead of sad.

I'm dead. Even my dad stayed up past his bedtime to celebrate my dying.

I've caused to much pain, think its time.

I'm so sick of hurting the people I stand beside.

Every time I try to climb I end up falling from three stories high.

This is suppose to be me in my prime. But instead everyone picks on me.

Guess all I have is my rhymes.

I begged for someone to show me a sign. How many weeks has it been? Nine.

Who would have known that these would be my last few lines.

Tonight I'm mine. Hurt myself. Don't worry, I won't whine. I'll be just fine.

It won't take long for the knife to hit my lungs.

Make sure I do it after my last hit of the bong.

I know its wrong but I can take it. I'm pretty strong.

I have to stop myself from hurting people from now on.

I'll be in a better place, its where I belong.

So this is my last sorry for all the hurt I caused.

Please forget about me when I'm gone.

But please remember my songs.