Look at this mess
Barrel of a 12 gauge as a head rest
I'm no less than the lies you suppress, the devil undressed
Side effects haunting got me stressed, im a f*cking mess, no less
Anything to rid this feeling
Even still portrayed as the villain
My soul, my heart, you were stealing
Used and abused, f*cking feeling like dirt
Blood covered shirt
Feeling like I ain't worth
Shit
I'm still taking the hurt
Slit
My wrists open like a skirt
Is
Still wouldn't give a f*ck
Bitch
Tie the rope
Place the chair
Make me lose all hope
Disrepair
Hard to cope
Allow me one last prayer
Hands around my throat, make me choke, turn me blue, so like you
Kick that motherf*cker you know what the f*ck to do
Hanging by a thread everything I'm used to
I know deep down you love a bit of
Grue-some-shit-neck-crack
Expect my feet to hit the ground but they don't
Everything I f*cking lived for come to this
Thought this bitch f*cking loved me but she don't
Beg her please cut me down but she won't
Tomb reads "she did it" in chiller font
Story ends quick that's all that she wrote
I don't hang from the ceiling, I just float
Story ends quick that's all that she wrote
I don't hang from the ceiling, I just float
Already dead, you can't kill a ghost
Already dead, you can't kill a ghost