I go to bed and I wake up again, I feel like the devil has drug me down to his den I wanna stop this pian but my patience is wearing thin I feel like god is watch and he's counting my sins
this life is so deceitful, all the words that are said to me are spoken evil I wish I could block it out but these voices are so believable it's breaking my soul, no I'm kidding myself to say that I have a soul is a lie, I break down and cry I sit and watch as people pass by they look and they laugh don't even say hi so I smoke it all away it's better when I'm high
what did I do for this pain and strife, is there really that many demons who want me to end my life, what will my kids think being raised by my widowed wife, what will they think when they find out daddy was swayed by the knife he cut his own wrists and he took his own life
©deadly
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