What's twisted, what's ****ed? | |
It's that this shit won't let me be | |
I've tossed and turned and thought that I've learned | |
But this shit is set to repeat | |
My options are running thin | |
And the world's got it's gun to my head | |
Without failure there would be no success | |
There used to be an emotion in me that would leave me lifeless | |
And now I walk with the spineless | |
MOVE | |
So I grabbed a pen, started jotting this down | |
Read this and know | |
I'm gonna drown | |
I've begged for you to let me bea |