Dead and Cold
Been climbing up and I'm ready to drop
Feeling like shit I just want it to stop
Fighting this battle I feel like I've lost
Found a solution beginning to plot
Bottle of pills or chrome to the head
If I do that they say that I'm selfish, they don't know shit they not really helping
My situation they make about them
So Who's really selfish I'm waiting to hear
I've been this way since I was a kid and hearing that shit just made me feel worse
Im a closed book and that is the reason
Put on my mask and hide all the feelings
Write on this page, feel like I'm bleeding
Open my wounds that's what you're seeing
Trying to feel I'm trying to heal but
I'm writing the pain that is hidden
Getting these thoughts out my system
Living each day got me wishing
That I could die and dismiss it
I never feel good so what is the point
Roll up my meds and puff on the joint
Keep getting high I'm always so low
End of my rope, need something to cope
I'm used to it all I've been here before
I tried it once and I'll do it again, bottle of pills they talkin again
Wash it all down with a bottle of Jack
Vision is fading it's nothing but black
Battle is over I'm under attack
This is the end, don't wanna go back
Just let me rest, don't wanna go back
Feeling like shit I just want it to stop
Fighting this battle I feel like I've lost
Found a solution beginning to plot
Bottle of pills or chrome to the head
If I do that they say that I'm selfish, they don't know shit they not really helping
My situation they make about them
So Who's really selfish I'm waiting to hear
I've been this way since I was a kid and hearing that shit just made me feel worse
Im a closed book and that is the reason
Put on my mask and hide all the feelings
Write on this page, feel like I'm bleeding
Open my wounds that's what you're seeing
Trying to feel I'm trying to heal but
I'm writing the pain that is hidden
Getting these thoughts out my system
Living each day got me wishing
That I could die and dismiss it
I never feel good so what is the point
Roll up my meds and puff on the joint
Keep getting high I'm always so low
End of my rope, need something to cope
I'm used to it all I've been here before
I tried it once and I'll do it again, bottle of pills they talkin again
Wash it all down with a bottle of Jack
Vision is fading it's nothing but black
Battle is over I'm under attack
This is the end, don't wanna go back
Just let me rest, don't wanna go back
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Writer(s): Dominic Rodell
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