Wheres my blade
F*ck
There's blood
What the f*ck is going on?
What the f*ck should I believe?
Why the f*ck should I have faith?
Where the f*ck is my real home?
Who the f*ck set the standards?
How the f*ck should I exist?
Why the f*ck am I alive?
When the f*ck will this all end?
F*ck, why?
What's the point if we don't make it out alive
Think you know then tell me why
I shouldn't get my blade
Slit skin for the pain
Least it'll keep me sane
Just another stain
Some say I'm sane, just in my head
My thoughts are hell well I feel dead inside my mind is f*cked so I
Self destruct
To cope
No hope
No love
Just hate
Just pain
Maybe I should slit my f*cking vein