Chronic

I care, I care, I care

I got chronic depression
Wait for the
Chronic to set in
Holding my smith and Weston
Want to apply the pressure
They say that I'm a blessing
But I feel like a curse
The only true place for me
Is in a hearse
Six feet underground
No pulse
Can't breath
The only enemy is me
That's why I'm gonna leave
This earthly body
Cause I'm nobody
That embodies sin
Can't pretend I'm a good guy
So I must say goodbye
Don't want to live the rest of my life

I'm never high
I'm always down
I don't know why
I'm still around
I'm never high
I'm always down
I don't know why
I'm still around

Heart still beating
Brain is screaming
Chains are creaking
Screw the weekends
That's when all to myself
And I can't think about anything
But a belt
Should I
Could I
Would I
These are questions I ask on a daily
Why does the concept not even phase me
Is it cause I'm crazy
Well maybe
Or is it I don't care
If i live or if i die
Either way I'll be fine

I'm never high
I'm always down
I don't know why
I'm still around
I'm never high
I'm always down
I don't know why
I'm still around

I can't take the pressure
Of life anymore
Man I'm crushed
I'm feelin stuffed
With expectations
That's too high
A blind man
Can't hit a bullseye
So why do you punish
I can't even Stomach
My food for thought
I'm feelin lost
But I'm not in a maze
I'm in my thoughts
I've dropped the ball
Kick me off the team
I've been looking for a reason
To see the light
Despite
My happy Demeanor
I'm shook like a seizure
God
I can't wait to be able to see ya



Credits
Writer(s): Keith Queener
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