No Regrets

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//Verse 1:
I can feel my skin burning/
With my heart hurting its kinda how my minds stirring/
I'm cursing and slurring my words/
Driving drunk man I'm fuckin ready to purge/
I burn in hell, yeah I'm an asshole/
But all my doubters can go take a nice stroll/
Right off the edge of destruction/
My music became something/
My mind is screaming and being hunted/
My life was ended and now my soul's stranded/
As my body hangs from the chandelier/
I can feel the demons linger here.../
I'm really not something special/
My mental is crucial/
The survival is evil & difficult but it's because I'm a troubled child/
My parents despise me but that doesn't surprise me/
As I'm on my psycho frenzy even the friendly ghosts call me crazy/
 
//Verse 2:
I've seen some fucked up shit/
I can't deny it/
But fuck the world while you're at it go ahead and lick the tip/
I must admit, I'm a rap addict/
I gotta say i have about 10 notebooks in my back attic/
I'm a mess & disaster as they plaster my mug shot/
Anybody says i can't do it well then they get dropped/
Some people think i should rot in hell/
And others often wish me well/
Life is my wishing well some will kiss & tell/
For this song at school I've been expelled/
But oh well sometimes life stinks/
But you've got 1 moment, try to not blink/
I squint at my fist and see the blood smeared on the walls/
The last thing i remember before blacking out was.../
"Mr. Dye, you've got a phone call"/
 
//Verse 3:
In the dark hall & down the rabbit hole/
I was attracted to this shit like gravitational pull/
All i got for Christmas was a stocking of coal/
My lyrics are abstract/
We gotta admit i can attack the impact and distract the world from the problems/
I've got the wisdom and the true words/
But the way my eye sight is still blurred the shit is absurd/
Some people heard some shit and tried to investigate/
But i just got high and started to levitate/
I fuckin hate my gravestone but I'm currently the only one dead/
Maybe that's why i feel so alone/
My mom was fucked in the head before/
Maybe that's why I'm laying dead on the floor/
Me and dad can go to war/
But with my family i couldn't ask for more/
I swore on my brother I'd get better and i really mean it/
I can do what i swear to/
But "I'm sorry" doesn't mean shit/

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