hate

im done making a chage aceing the place that i call home cant look in the

miror coz i cant see my face look at me ima discrase im dont chasing

hapieness while im blazing this joint didnt mean to dissapoint

i was only trina make a point ay ye cant be trust dont know what it means

but i know it must mean something plese god kill me god god have merci

on ur soul cant lose another angel to the devil changing it all im bouncing

of the wall bouta kill them all ye befor i die just tell me would u evin cry

when theres bloud in my eyes and its dripin to the floor and right befor u

reilize and right befor ur very eyes ill be alive ye ill be alive but u wont

reilize that im stil dead inside and every day i just wana curl

up in a ball and hide coz the world is fucked up just wish i was dead