From Future Me

Dear past me, you wouldn't believe
If you would shut up and just stop talking
You'd learn everything you'd dream of absorbing
You won't hate yourself constantly
But it's my mouth and my attitude
Cause my heart would so much rather be rude
I don't know what else to do
When it comes to being nice, I always lose

There I go again
Swallowing that venom
Smoking that poison
Counting my breaths
Waiting for the end
A blissful death with a comical blend

Of my sorrow where all the black sleep hang
From trees so they can sleep while I sin
Rest those eyes that have seen to much
Give that heart a break
There's no more rush

There I go again
Swallowing that venom
Smoking that poison
Counting my breaths
Waiting for the end
A blissful death with a comical blend

If you want to fight
You'll soon pick it with yourself
Every time you cry at night, know you'll never seek help
Your pride and ego take a hold of ever finding peace
You are
You are
You are
You are
You are the product of your own grief

There I go again
Swallowing that venom
Smoking that poison
Counting my breaths
Waiting for the end
A blissful death with a comical blend

There I go again
Swallowing that venom
Smoking that poison
Counting my breaths
Waiting for the end
A blissful death with a comical blend

There I go again
Swallowing that venom
Smoking that poison
Counting my breaths
Waiting for the end
A blissful death with a comical blend

Here I go
(That poison)
Here I go
(For the end)
Here I go
A blissful death with a comical blend

Here I go
(That venom)
Here I go
(That poison)
Here I go
A blissful death with a comical blend