Might Go
Where did my life, my life
My life go
Death yeah I might, I might
I might go
I sit in this gloomy room, where the truth is rude
Where my bitch was too, with this fucked up music
It is a nuisance that I hate my new shit
And so I reminisce on worthless
I need a cardboard convoy to drink away this thoughts
Very light but they annoy me
Bickering voices flicking choices to shoot the nine and say fuck my life
I'm on the verge of an attack
He whisperers to me in the back of my head
Grabbing that razor blade to turn water red
To grab the gat and watch my brain matter
Splat all against the picture
In which I am dead when I can't say I missed ya
It's a mixture of extreme highs and lows
Toe to toe with schizophrenia
See when I hate my dome I'm depressed
I'm not a coward got the courage to be with the rest
When it's a downward spiral to acknowledge what I said, yeah
Where did my life, my life
My life go
Death yeah I might, I might
I might go (what)
If the other side is dark as he says will I be
Trapped in this void or taken for free
So yeah my soul split in two, and that means you are me
But you left me here cold his betrayals so it seems, yeah
Kinda place where you throw the wrong sign,
Popped and dropped you on the wrong side of neighborhood
Get robbed on block for talking shit
Terrier to pit bull on the clock
Mop up my thoughts for a styrofoam storage
Inside my mind I hear riots all the shots man
Ride or die motherfucker I am frozen in time
Yet some would mutter I do not belong
I'm going crazier and I was Jeffrey Dahmer at the start, (cutter)
My tinnitus getting worse, I've been the shit at hearing words
But ringing this I miss my worth I'm less than a blurred image
Which has been distorted by bodies
My skin filled with ink soon
Blood that's leaking like the faucet (faucet)
Where did my life, my life
My life go
Death yeah I might, I might
I might go (what)
My life go
Death yeah I might, I might
I might go
I sit in this gloomy room, where the truth is rude
Where my bitch was too, with this fucked up music
It is a nuisance that I hate my new shit
And so I reminisce on worthless
I need a cardboard convoy to drink away this thoughts
Very light but they annoy me
Bickering voices flicking choices to shoot the nine and say fuck my life
I'm on the verge of an attack
He whisperers to me in the back of my head
Grabbing that razor blade to turn water red
To grab the gat and watch my brain matter
Splat all against the picture
In which I am dead when I can't say I missed ya
It's a mixture of extreme highs and lows
Toe to toe with schizophrenia
See when I hate my dome I'm depressed
I'm not a coward got the courage to be with the rest
When it's a downward spiral to acknowledge what I said, yeah
Where did my life, my life
My life go
Death yeah I might, I might
I might go (what)
If the other side is dark as he says will I be
Trapped in this void or taken for free
So yeah my soul split in two, and that means you are me
But you left me here cold his betrayals so it seems, yeah
Kinda place where you throw the wrong sign,
Popped and dropped you on the wrong side of neighborhood
Get robbed on block for talking shit
Terrier to pit bull on the clock
Mop up my thoughts for a styrofoam storage
Inside my mind I hear riots all the shots man
Ride or die motherfucker I am frozen in time
Yet some would mutter I do not belong
I'm going crazier and I was Jeffrey Dahmer at the start, (cutter)
My tinnitus getting worse, I've been the shit at hearing words
But ringing this I miss my worth I'm less than a blurred image
Which has been distorted by bodies
My skin filled with ink soon
Blood that's leaking like the faucet (faucet)
Where did my life, my life
My life go
Death yeah I might, I might
I might go (what)
Credits
Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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