heavy lead, and thick yellowed paper. all the shitty darkness, starts to fucking taper. with white knuckles, my hands are shaking. all i ever wanted is mine for the taking. me conforming, a normal fucking #life. and all it's gonna take is some guts and a knife. who the fuck am i kidding? i don't have the guts i sold them to the devil with my soul, as cold cuts. my mind is racing, my pulse speeding up. should i use a knife, or chase some pills with a cup? thinking and thinking should i end my fucking #life, seems like the whole thing is one fucking strife. my minds clearing up, i'm settling down. i guess i 'll live another day in this fucking ghost town.

i create havoc and chaos in my mind, totally oblivious to what's happening outside. over thinking thinking thinking too much i can hardly stand, hyperventilating 'til I'm shaking my hand. all balled up my mind wandering about, rocking back and forth 'till i'm full of doubt.

here's the way i see it, things get pretty fucked up sometimes and it makes you want to do some fucked up shit, but then you become just another fucked up thing in someone else's #life