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tired

I would like to write some songs
But i don't know how to sing
I feel okay with dirty lungs
And i feel good with nicotine

I'd really like to see my blood
Pour out of my sinus hands
But it's never gonna happen
Because i know im gonna faint

And it's so hard to make a diffrence
When the world is all so blind
And when my thoughts are all in distress
And i wanna fucking die

Maybe i should get back to pills
And just quiet my own mind
But the medicine simply kills
All i love about my life

So i'll stay here broken and messy
Trembling through another month
Hoping one day i wont wake up
And just finish this damn fight