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My Demons Won
I’ve been asking for help since spring
No one seems to hear a damn thing
Pain even in the words that I sing
Tired of the rain, getting hard to maintain
Feeling restrain can’t seem to break the chain
Look sane but in my brain... I’m insane
Fuck, maybe it’s the cocaine
Should I pour it down the drain?
Maybe shoot it in my vein? It’s all the same
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
Took a scroll down lovers lane
A mistake I won’t make again.
Starting to think everyone around me is fake
Never give always take. Whatever...
Can’t stress the snakes, could careless
Gotta stay focused on success
Right now my life’s a fucking mess
Walk around angry and depressed
I’m stressed, pain in my chest, cardiac arrest
I’m doing my best but keep failing this test
My time I invest, screw it, I blew it, the truth
Can’t redo it, can’t say I didn’t try to pursue
Never was one to follow through
Fuck it, pop a pill, swallow it
Sit back, chill...
I’ll admit, I can’t quit, tried but couldn’t commit
So you know what... I’ll cut another up
In my nose, it goes, mixed with some blow
Pills and snow...kills the pain that flows
Feelings I tried to show, said I felt low
Asked for help, got told “No”
So I let my addiction grow...
I know, my actions cause friction
I need direction, failed at finding a connection
No affection, only found rejection
To many imperfections, wasn’t your selection
Can’t stand my own reflection
Needed some protection
I found not one to come...
So I keep getting high until I’m numb
Won’t lie, be dumb to deny
I look to the sky, close my eyes...I’m done
Inside I die, to weak to try, let out a sigh
My demons reply “we won”
No one seems to hear a damn thing
Pain even in the words that I sing
Tired of the rain, getting hard to maintain
Feeling restrain can’t seem to break the chain
Look sane but in my brain... I’m insane
Fuck, maybe it’s the cocaine
Should I pour it down the drain?
Maybe shoot it in my vein? It’s all the same
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
Took a scroll down lovers lane
A mistake I won’t make again.
Starting to think everyone around me is fake
Never give always take. Whatever...
Can’t stress the snakes, could careless
Gotta stay focused on success
Right now my life’s a fucking mess
Walk around angry and depressed
I’m stressed, pain in my chest, cardiac arrest
I’m doing my best but keep failing this test
My time I invest, screw it, I blew it, the truth
Can’t redo it, can’t say I didn’t try to pursue
Never was one to follow through
Fuck it, pop a pill, swallow it
Sit back, chill...
I’ll admit, I can’t quit, tried but couldn’t commit
So you know what... I’ll cut another up
In my nose, it goes, mixed with some blow
Pills and snow...kills the pain that flows
Feelings I tried to show, said I felt low
Asked for help, got told “No”
So I let my addiction grow...
I know, my actions cause friction
I need direction, failed at finding a connection
No affection, only found rejection
To many imperfections, wasn’t your selection
Can’t stand my own reflection
Needed some protection
I found not one to come...
So I keep getting high until I’m numb
Won’t lie, be dumb to deny
I look to the sky, close my eyes...I’m done
Inside I die, to weak to try, let out a sigh
My demons reply “we won”
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