It's that thought
that I've always fought
I know
I have a show
I want to cry
But I always hold it in
And keep a lie
I'll kill myself in depression
keep that assassin from tension
Why doesn't anyone understand?
It'll be a while before I land
Flat on the ground
I'll hit it with a *pound*
"Fuck it" I'll say
I know I'll die one day
But if Ima die
It'll be by my own hand
So no one will lie
Or even be accused
