"What's the point of life if u ain't gonna live?"
Every single night i'm up thinking of this
There's someone on my snap
And there's blood on their wrist
They're crying all alone and i'm writing bout it
I wish that i could help but i'm trying my best
And once i'm done with one then i'm onto the next
I don't wanna cry but i just can't help it
Every time i'm happy, yeah i feel so selfish
"Positive thoughts and meditation
No more than placebo medication
Anxiety & depression try to roll up on me
I've got friends as hard to trust as WebMD"
Suffering from illnesses and pondering the time
I could not redeem
Exhaustion and self destruction a daily routine
Hollow like the creaking in the floorboards
Broken like the glass windows
Closure's a foreign word for desperate men
As they lay, petrified in bed