Azrael's Whispers

Edge!

(Verse 1):

Alright.
I'm done.
I'm not doing this anymore.
I sit in my chair and think...
Maybe it's good that you gone
Maybe it's good I'm alone.
Sit with a six-pack and a stick.
Life good.

Puff it all...
Man I'm gone.

Walking like a drunk on 4th street.
Acting like a boss on big screens...
It's all an act I put up
So you cant see
I'm crying and sad
I'm broken...
I'm dying.
But only I see.

I was never big on people.
Cos all they ever do is screw you.
Leave empty...
Regretting.
But who am I kidding?
This way I am?
I caused it.
Made it.

Sit back and ask who the fuck is this?
I'm looking at the mirror man...
He's talking.
"I'm you motherfucker"
He tells me.
But ion give a fuck about that bullshit.
My life's gone to hell in a basket.

And I let it.
Sat back and drank beer
Watched it all light up in flames
Damn... I'm smoking.

Chill out and think...
Nahhh can t do that.
I got a life yeah...
Yeeeaaahhh...
Who am I tripping?

Acting like Houdini
Bringing home the money.
Smile at the club.
Cover for misery.

Lock my self in the closet,
My blood stains the fucking carpet.
Two more cuts and my arm's looking perfect.
Switch that.
Beat it.
You're nothing.
Fucking worthless.

(Chorus):
I'm just riding my own song.
I'm just grinding my own love.
I'm just killing my own heart.
Yeah.... yeah.... yeah....
(x2)

(Verse 2):

So tell me...
Can I end this?
I'm tired can't do shit.
Just wanna sleep and leave this... world.
I feel so empty.
Couple more pills gon do the trick.
Ain't nobody go n cry for me.
So is all good.
So I'm sitting, scheming... my own death sentence.
Raaahhh.

Too bad you wanted to best Me...
If you looked closer,
Maybe you'd see there was nothing to best
To begin with.
All that talk on tv.
That hype...
That's all bullshit.
Wanna know Me?
Read this.
It's my epitaph.
My fucking life summary.

I wrote this real simple.
So all you fuckers now know...
I'm not somebody to be proud of.
To reach for...
I'm a dwarf high on star dust.

I'm an irony.
Check my words and see...
No substance to me.
Write a song.
It's empty...
My whole life's been like this...
A bad dream.

I go on the stage.
Hear em screaming.
It's my name they be shouting.
They love me.
"Naahhh bruh..."
Not you. It's all in your pipe dream.

They say I'm fine cos I got Gucci.
Strip that away...
I got nothing.
Million dollar homes and I'm still searching.
I'm homeless... help me.

Gahd!

(Chorus):
I'm just riding my own song.
I'm just grinding my own love.
I'm just killing my own heart.
Yeah.... yeah.... yeah....
(x4)

(Verse 3/bridge):

So now I'm outta words...
And yet my life still sucks.
I'm lighting up an other stick.
After this...
I'll down some pills.
Hope they finally work.
If this is the end... I'm ready.
Just fucking come.

Look up in the sky...
When I die.
Just dump me someplace.
Hide my face.
No one like it anyways.
I'm tge very definition of a sad song.
Got no chords.
Just another dumb fuck
With a sadass voice.
And some dumb luck.

I'm fucked up...
Messed up.
Feels like my heads swimming.
Can't see straight.
Yeah thats me.
Look at that...
It's shiny.
Cool metal on my skin.
Just one little pull...
Baam!

Am free...