Truth be told I’m a fucked up kid.
I’ve got no reason to care and no purpose to live.
Pressure to succeed clouding my vision.
Rewriting my whole story, change decisions with revisions.
What’s the point in trying hard when fucking nothing ever goes my way?
Honestly, I’m tired of the same old shit.
Breaking my back to try and get a fix.
Crawling through this world constantly scared.
Truth be told I don’t fucking care...
Snap my fucking spine and call it a day.
Can’t handle the pressure, I’ll fucking break.
Issues crawling through my mind like a fucking snake. Depression is a sickness that I can’t shake.
Depression is a sickness that I can’t fake but who cares?
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