Say hi to my old friend,
The desire that would lead my life to its end. /
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Again,
I'm tired and sick of this bullshit and pain,
And thinkin' to kill myself again. /
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Cut off my wrist and let the blood run out of my vein.
Took some codeine and overdose till' I'm dyin,
or just shoot the bullet straight to my brain. /
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Yeah this life got my head spinnin'.
Feels like I was born different,
or maybe it's my anxiety that got me trippin'. /
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I just wanna get out from this fast livin'.
Hoping my OCD's stop to keep pressurin'. /
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Ain't that something?.
Bet you didn't see that coming.
One more push, and I'm gonna swing. /
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I'm hoping that you understand.
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If my verse come to your hand,
Please don't call the reverend.
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Just bury me a Legend. /
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Therapy Session
PoesíaWhat do you expect from a Therapy Session?. This is a collection of Poem/Poetry that based on what I'm really dealing and experiencing. This is a Therapy for me to release what's on my mind and take the weight off my shoulder. If you ever feel or se...
