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Opening up
Doctor I think I need a place to open up
Do you have the remedy to finally be enough?
I’m running circles in my head again
Aiming to be drowning or a gun to the head.
I need help
Maybe it was just something that someone said
That has me feeling like i can’t get the fuck out of bed
Maybe It’s because I’m just up to feeling down
I don’t know i don’t know how
Cause Iv tryed this before and Iv been shit of out luck
Throw the rock on the gas pedal and I’ll jump in the back of the truck
I know what you will say and no it isn’t that easy
I got a bad mental state and I am deteriorating
I’m sorry but I tried taking all those pills
I became a zombie what a tragedy
But I don’t want to feel
I guess I’ll just go back home and sit in my room
Turn the radio on so damn loud you mom n dad won’t hear the guns sweet tune
No I don’t need to be watched that will make it worse
I’m so exhausted from breathing
How does that work
Because Iv tryed this before and Iv been shit of luck
Throw the rock on the gas pedal I’ll jump in the back of the truck
I know what you’ll say and no it isn’t that easy
I’ve got a bad mental state and I am deteriorating
Mother I guess it’s time
And yes mines running out
Father pleas remember to blow the candle out
Pass my things out to who ever you think that cares
Dad I’m sorry I went and stand your recliner chair
With my thoughts but bleach will leave it bare
Do you have the remedy to finally be enough?
I’m running circles in my head again
Aiming to be drowning or a gun to the head.
I need help
Maybe it was just something that someone said
That has me feeling like i can’t get the fuck out of bed
Maybe It’s because I’m just up to feeling down
I don’t know i don’t know how
Cause Iv tryed this before and Iv been shit of out luck
Throw the rock on the gas pedal and I’ll jump in the back of the truck
I know what you will say and no it isn’t that easy
I got a bad mental state and I am deteriorating
I’m sorry but I tried taking all those pills
I became a zombie what a tragedy
But I don’t want to feel
I guess I’ll just go back home and sit in my room
Turn the radio on so damn loud you mom n dad won’t hear the guns sweet tune
No I don’t need to be watched that will make it worse
I’m so exhausted from breathing
How does that work
Because Iv tryed this before and Iv been shit of luck
Throw the rock on the gas pedal I’ll jump in the back of the truck
I know what you’ll say and no it isn’t that easy
I’ve got a bad mental state and I am deteriorating
Mother I guess it’s time
And yes mines running out
Father pleas remember to blow the candle out
Pass my things out to who ever you think that cares
Dad I’m sorry I went and stand your recliner chair
With my thoughts but bleach will leave it bare
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