Shitlord Supreme
When will I be in a casket?
Hey, I feel like a fucking basket case
I'm bleeding myself out, like pussfilled sore on a wound that hasn't healed
While I am bleeding slowly
I see my life flash before me
Reminding myself of all the shitty things I've done
Through the years
I've cut some people off, I was a fucking jerk
I've broken a few hearts, didn't apologize to make it worse
I'll never forgive myself, and I won't forgive anyone
I'll just say fuck you bastards and carry one like I've always done
When will I grow up, I know that I probably should. But I'm not sorry
Not nearly as much and I, could, be
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I do this to myself?
When you kick another window in and breathe in those carcinogens
Realize it's all going to hell
Why do I do this to myself?
I smoke a pack a day, it doesn't do me any good
I like animals more than people, 'cause words never mean what they should
Maybe on day I'll pack a suitcase, ride my skateboard 'til the road runs out
Say goodbye to all you bastards who've ever filled my head with doubt
When will I grow up, I know that I probably should. But I'm not sorry
Not nearly as much and I, could, be
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I do this to myself?
When you kick another window in and breathe in those carcinogens
Realize it's all going to hell
Why do I do this to myself?
Hey, I feel like a fucking basket case
I'm bleeding myself out, like pussfilled sore on a wound that hasn't healed
While I am bleeding slowly
I see my life flash before me
Reminding myself of all the shitty things I've done
Through the years
I've cut some people off, I was a fucking jerk
I've broken a few hearts, didn't apologize to make it worse
I'll never forgive myself, and I won't forgive anyone
I'll just say fuck you bastards and carry one like I've always done
When will I grow up, I know that I probably should. But I'm not sorry
Not nearly as much and I, could, be
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I do this to myself?
When you kick another window in and breathe in those carcinogens
Realize it's all going to hell
Why do I do this to myself?
I smoke a pack a day, it doesn't do me any good
I like animals more than people, 'cause words never mean what they should
Maybe on day I'll pack a suitcase, ride my skateboard 'til the road runs out
Say goodbye to all you bastards who've ever filled my head with doubt
When will I grow up, I know that I probably should. But I'm not sorry
Not nearly as much and I, could, be
Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I do this to myself?
When you kick another window in and breathe in those carcinogens
Realize it's all going to hell
Why do I do this to myself?
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Writer(s): The Angry Beaverz
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