Perspectives

Dead on the inside ever since my friend died.
long.
been so long i wonder if my bodys still red on the inside.
liquor pills and these guns, and they wonder why i aint commit suicide, cause im already dead on the inside.
I just think different.
that is the difference.
i give you the thesis to understand it, you determine through your ice and jesus so underhanded.
my nerves is gone i cant feel you.
my heart is gone you cant kill dude they just words to me they plays to you.
they just facts to me they pain to you
Ive been waiting for a need to fill, and ive been waiting for this void to fill with something real
Cause i dunn walked through the graveyard with the devil, and i aint even get a chill.
Everythings been different since they killed her they thought the kids wasnt lookin but they still was.
i can remember vividly thats why my gun locker got more arms than a centipede.
denture my sins probly keep god away from me.
cause they probly suffocate him till he couldnt breathe.
i thought i found love one time but im dead now.
its something that ill never reach.
numb like this cocaine in me.
i wouldnt feel different with the cocaine in me.
head been gone no sane in me but on the upside no pain in me.
I cant see the good in anybody but my daughters man they just want a dollar man i aint stupid everybody say they love me man i aint feeling nothing but them walls they want them 20s man.
they nose running man drop em at the bus stop never call em back got a hole where my heart was im already dead theres nothing left to say thats already been said...