Background

too much stuff like... I've only been here 16 years.

and I, I can't do everything.

Too stressful.

 

Since 13 I've been lookin' for a great escape

Tried to find a way to make it to the haven gates

I was just yeigh-high, I done made mistakes

Started findin' different reasons to erase my shape

 

And I paced myself, at night I'd lay awake..

thinkin' bout a dream that I could maybe chase

but then the stress got heavy and I weighed the weight

all a sudden now my shoulders feel like they could break

 

live like a recluse, I couldn't face today

my girl's cheatin' and I'm done with all the games she plays

I wanna waste away, see my state decay

my arm was clean before I got to know this razor blade!

 

For god's sake, I was just in grade 8, the pain

just isn't goin away, straight from my path I strayed

I rack my brain everyday, I bang until my head aches,

I feel chained - see my strength drained from all of my veins

 

I might of made some excuses, but what can I do?

It's, a hard world, feelin' like you've nothin' to lose when,

you mad at yourself, well, just step in my shoes, if

you wanna live in a world that's against you when you try to give two shits

 

The truth is,