lately i been wearin my heart on my sleeve
but no matter knife scars i jus cant leave
its lik i jus cant breathe wit out it by my side
and i jus cant sleep wit out da high to lower my eyes
it seem lately i only live for self preservation
not to be blatant lik ion know what im sayin
but what im feelin
is what seems to be killin
my soul my inner peace my minds traquility
and non-metaphorically
my heart is attackin me
dis life is jus boring me
but i continue on sore as can be
cause its more of me
more of the message
lik super long texts
death i already accepted
i sit and never complain
about me in my last days
i know im gone die soon
so i shoot for the moon
wit no parachute
not a thought of fallin to my doom
darius said
only road fa us is ahead
unstead of backtrackin we look forward unstead
but he jus got outta jail so wy is only my cheeks red
sometimes i feel im givin up too easy
suicidal thought but thats too chessy
its lik the more wisdom and knowledge i gain
fa some reason i jus feel more pain
everyday i let loose but my beast feel more tame
life feel so plain
but its live to live is what everybody claim
but i feel lik dead as soon as i began