Jpaulished - The Cliff Lyrics

I'm on the edge
Of the cliff looking down
What if I jump?
Would I hit the ground?
Drown?
Die while i'm en route?
Thinkin' 'bout a wife, kids now
Shit i'll probably miss out
But, what I'm missing?
My whole whole life
I been sitting in my room every night
Alone
Tryna write a song
I'm thinking they'll probably like this one
Cause, god damn I like this one
My, mind clouded 'til the lightning comes
Strike down like Tyson punch
Suicide squeeze like a bunt
Tight grip right 'round the gun
If I slip, my life is done
Can't wait for my time to come
Tryna think what'll I become?
I heard suicide's slightly fun
Down 10 pills all at once
Don't smoke, but I light the blunt
Rope chokes, now my eyes are shut
Imagine that was really me?
Cause I hate the f*ckin' powers like i'm mini me
Hating all the hours that they giving me
Tryna blow my f*cking job right to smithereens
Cause I do the same shit every fricking week
People get it handed to em like it's trick or treat
Gotta hand it to 'em
Cause there life is bitter sweet
Gotta me thinking, am I really free?
Killing me
Inside, I
Try, not to lose my mind
But I, still find myself
Struggling with life
Should find I some help?
Or should I kick the chair?
Leave behind the belt
Even millionaires
Leave behind the wealth
There's some feelings there
But I don't like the route that we taking
So i'm scared, my life's vacant
Don't even know if there's a god or a satan
When I die, will I see my friends again?
Did they make it?
Or will it fade to black?
Nothing after that
Rough habitat, for us humans
Those the thoughts that consume us
Wish I was a kid still, but I grew up
Figured out that the whole world's screwed up
Can I go back to when I was a pre-schooler?
First grade walking to school with dad
Didn't understand how great of a life that I had
Now I just sit back and think about that
Think about the past
Glory days
Only Twenty Two, But i'm feeling Forty Eight
Young man, old soul
Don't coordinate
I mean, i'm often gone
Rarely talk to mom
I got a dream i'm tryna formulate
I'm sorry...
I think I'm losing my mind
Slowly losing my soul
Like where can I run to?
Like where do I go?
I'm feeling so trapped
I don't think imma make it
I lost all my hope
And like I can't f*cking take it
I don't think i'm coming home so soon
I don't think i'm home to you