Don't go messing with my cash, don't go messing with my bread
I sit here everyday wasting my life away
Starting at the screen like some sorta fiend
I ask "what's the point?" I can feel it my joints
So I'm popping these pills just to kill my will
Walking around with this pain in my chest cause everyday just seems so stressed
(F*ck)
Eating my insides, its kills me alive
This pain deep inside is what gives me the drive
(Damn)
Don't go messing with my cash, don't go messing with my bread
I often ask myself, why the f*ck do I even try?
I sit here im front of the pc screen just wanting to cry
But no tears will slide out from the pits of broken eyes
Because deep down inside I've already f*cking died
It's all coming back
It's all coming around (back to me)