Man, I don't think that I can do it
This shit's too hard, I'm not talking about the music
Yeah
I think I'm really bout to lose it
I've done everything I can, to make some improvements
But it's f*cking stupid, it doesn't make a difference
It's not I didn't try but this time I think I'm finished
I can't no longer take it, I just want to see the ending
I don't care who it effects, I don't care if I'm forgiven
Cuz there is no next, just thoughts that can't be ridden
From my head until I'm in a box that's lined with linen
I know that I'm not gone yet but I got a grave I'm digging
I got a broken heart and there's no way to fix it
So you can find me, with both of my wrist slit
As I dial her digits and cry out my dying wishes
But I'm not in her interest, yeah she didn't answer
Didn't even answer, I left my wrist slandered
I wish she would have answered cuz now she gets no answers
She gets no f*cking answers, no f*cking answers
I'm just feeling cold and my f*cking hands hurt
And my f*cking hands hurt