August 25th
I don't wanna write sad shit, but it's on my mind
Wanna write about experiences, but these are mine
Tryna make good shit so I'm set for life
But this bounces back every single time
At the end of the day, I don't know how I'm like
But I'm always tryna just be the most real on the mic
So imma open up now like the lines for a ride
This is my story about suicide
I was feeling like shit
I didn't know the cause, couldn't put a finger on it
But for 3 or 4 months I thought
Good times came as rare as a comet
I truly felt alone
And it's dangerous to think you're on your own
Couldn't open up, nobody understood me
So even when I did, I wasn't saying what I should be
And then one night, I was deep in thought
Thinking bout everything, like what my life brought
I couldn't for the life of me, name a single thing
That wasn't negative, and that said a lot
I thought really hard about ending it there
But I thought it wasn't right, it wasn't fair
I just couldn't leave without saying goodbye
And I knew it would be hard but I had to try
I couldn't keep up with the way shit was going
A smile on my face came as rare as it snowing
No matter what I did, no matter who I spoke to
My pain was always something that I fucking hated showing
Which had me stuck in a loop, cause I hated that for one
But I also couldn't stand people see me have fun
Living a life where they thought I was mysterious
Like Heath Ledger, asking why so serious
The truth is, no matter what I did
I hated my life and everything about it
I couldn't fucking do it, couldn't hold on
I was counting the days until I was gone
I had a date planned, and I had an idea
I had it all set out, I could see it clear
People tried to talk to me, they knew what I was thinking
But in my head, all my thoughts were sinking
I was so convinced I couldn't be talked out
Nobody could get to me when they tried
Didn't wanna have the talks, cause they knew what they're about
I remember how it hurt when somebody said not now
But I took the time to reminisce
And reflect on all this
And now that I think back on how it went
I'm glad I didn't die on August 25th
Wanna write about experiences, but these are mine
Tryna make good shit so I'm set for life
But this bounces back every single time
At the end of the day, I don't know how I'm like
But I'm always tryna just be the most real on the mic
So imma open up now like the lines for a ride
This is my story about suicide
I was feeling like shit
I didn't know the cause, couldn't put a finger on it
But for 3 or 4 months I thought
Good times came as rare as a comet
I truly felt alone
And it's dangerous to think you're on your own
Couldn't open up, nobody understood me
So even when I did, I wasn't saying what I should be
And then one night, I was deep in thought
Thinking bout everything, like what my life brought
I couldn't for the life of me, name a single thing
That wasn't negative, and that said a lot
I thought really hard about ending it there
But I thought it wasn't right, it wasn't fair
I just couldn't leave without saying goodbye
And I knew it would be hard but I had to try
I couldn't keep up with the way shit was going
A smile on my face came as rare as it snowing
No matter what I did, no matter who I spoke to
My pain was always something that I fucking hated showing
Which had me stuck in a loop, cause I hated that for one
But I also couldn't stand people see me have fun
Living a life where they thought I was mysterious
Like Heath Ledger, asking why so serious
The truth is, no matter what I did
I hated my life and everything about it
I couldn't fucking do it, couldn't hold on
I was counting the days until I was gone
I had a date planned, and I had an idea
I had it all set out, I could see it clear
People tried to talk to me, they knew what I was thinking
But in my head, all my thoughts were sinking
I was so convinced I couldn't be talked out
Nobody could get to me when they tried
Didn't wanna have the talks, cause they knew what they're about
I remember how it hurt when somebody said not now
But I took the time to reminisce
And reflect on all this
And now that I think back on how it went
I'm glad I didn't die on August 25th
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Writer(s): Jude Reynolds
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