Meds

All these doctors got me on meds

Thinking it will help, bitch I'm already dead

All these doctors got me on meds

Fucking suicide, nothing but dread

All these doctors for me on meds

I'm fucked in the head

Can't be bothered looking for a way out

The windows right there, I can feel the drought

Keep me away form the crowd

I'm the concept of fucking doubt

I wanna end my life

Just grab the knife

It's right there, no one would care

Get it ready, gotta prepare

I'm kinda dead, half awake, half 6 feet down

Sometimes all I wanna do is fucking drown

These words coming out of my mouth

It don't matter cause in the end I'll let everybody down

All these doctors got me on meds

Thinking it will help, bitch I'm already dead

All these doctors got me on meds

Fucking suicide, nothing but dread

All these doctors for me on meds

I'm fucked in the head

Wanna be dead, slice through my wrist like a slice of bread

Hit the vein

To be honest I'm probally clinically insane

You ask me to explain

To explain all the pain but I can't

I'm trapped, I'm wrapped, in this world, where there's no escape

Nothing but hate

I guess this is my gate

The bloods pouring out

Die before I blackout

I'm not the kind to pout

Not at pain and not at you

So I continue

To cut my wrists, life is my issue

I'm dead now

Hahahaha...

Goodbye bitch