Intrusive Thoughts

Everyday feel the same
Everyday feeling like it's full of pain
Wishing all of this would go away
Should I put a bullet in my fucking brain
My head is spinning round and round
Asking bartender for another round
Said I needed quiet on the set
Single bullet in the gun Russian Roulette

I don't know why
Everyday I wanna die
I think I'm fine
Lately these tears fill my eyes

Okay
I don't feel okay anymore
Suicidal thoughts demons knocking on my door
Filling my mind full of lies
And I'd rather fucking die
I shouldn't even try even more
If you fucking leave I'll put the bullet to my head
Feel relief when I'm dead
What the fuck is the plan
I'm losing all my sleep
And I'm feeling kinda weak
I have hit my damn peak
I'm not worth it anymore

I don't know why
Everyday I wanna die
I think I'm fine
Lately these tears fill my eyes

(Wait)
Intrusive thoughts always filling up my brain
As I watch the blood circle down the drain
Don't care about the money and the fucking fame
When everyday it feels like drowning in the fucking rain
Most days feel like crashing in the ditch
Old homies switch on me ain't that a bitch
So all I do is bust lips and get rich
Sit back and try to find the perfect pitch
Act up and wanna start causing problems
For no reason and you don't wanna solve 'em
It seems crazy to me, yeah
When you're nineteen years old acting thirteen
Acting like you know everything
When in reality you don't know a fucking thing
So if I ever catch you bitch I'm gonna swing
I don't need a bell bitch I don't need a ring
So now we at the end of the road
I don't need nobody else just leave me alone
If I keep it up I'm at the end of my rope
Might just overdose on this dope



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Langebartels
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