Time Got Me Stuck
They say, keep your head up but
I ain't never been happy
Yeah my life's a fucking misery
And I hate all of you sincerely
Even if you see me smiling on the streets
What you can't see
Are the demons that are hiding inside of me, yeah
I feel like drowning all the time
Cause everything's weighing to heavy
Clowning all my friends and everyone standing next to me
Fuck all the jobs, that I did, back up in the past
Cause In the end
I end up chasing papers in the back streets
That I call my fucking home
Yeah
Asking myself why I'm still living
And if there's something like a god
But I can't change shit, that's why I try
Not to give a fuck
Yeah bitch day after day
I feel like time got me stuck
What the fuck
Am I going to do
With all that time that's left for me?
With all this pain in my chest
Yeah I'm feeling like I can barely breath
I should just put a rope around my neck
And jump from the next bridge
End it all and fucking hang myself bitch
I could just overdose myself or slice my motherfucking wrist
But guess that all this wouldn't help me either
I just, keep on being stuck, in this world
With everything that I hate
Why should I choose the easy way
When there's so much left that I would crave?
I still don't know, why these bitches gotta do me just as ruby said,
Use me as bedsheet and then throw me away the next day
Maybe it's because I'm just a depressed man and broke as shit
Or because they can't catch the slightest feeling even if they act
As if they wanna be my one and only
Ride or die bitch?
Nah I know that I will end up being lonely
So please just leave me and let me live on as a memory
In this fucked up world I feel like a menace to society
I easily get angry and start to shoot all around me
I got no respect for anything that's surrounding me
Why should I have some fucking respect
When all you get left with
Are broken hopes and some damn empty promises bitch?
I ain't never been happy
Yeah my life's a fucking misery
And I hate all of you sincerely
Even if you see me smiling on the streets
What you can't see
Are the demons that are hiding inside of me, yeah
I feel like drowning all the time
Cause everything's weighing to heavy
Clowning all my friends and everyone standing next to me
Fuck all the jobs, that I did, back up in the past
Cause In the end
I end up chasing papers in the back streets
That I call my fucking home
Yeah
Asking myself why I'm still living
And if there's something like a god
But I can't change shit, that's why I try
Not to give a fuck
Yeah bitch day after day
I feel like time got me stuck
What the fuck
Am I going to do
With all that time that's left for me?
With all this pain in my chest
Yeah I'm feeling like I can barely breath
I should just put a rope around my neck
And jump from the next bridge
End it all and fucking hang myself bitch
I could just overdose myself or slice my motherfucking wrist
But guess that all this wouldn't help me either
I just, keep on being stuck, in this world
With everything that I hate
Why should I choose the easy way
When there's so much left that I would crave?
I still don't know, why these bitches gotta do me just as ruby said,
Use me as bedsheet and then throw me away the next day
Maybe it's because I'm just a depressed man and broke as shit
Or because they can't catch the slightest feeling even if they act
As if they wanna be my one and only
Ride or die bitch?
Nah I know that I will end up being lonely
So please just leave me and let me live on as a memory
In this fucked up world I feel like a menace to society
I easily get angry and start to shoot all around me
I got no respect for anything that's surrounding me
Why should I have some fucking respect
When all you get left with
Are broken hopes and some damn empty promises bitch?
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Writer(s): Judas Cain
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