Every once in a while I get this feeling in my gut
so vile that it throws me down
in a rut because I don't know why my body still cries about it
When you were the monster that dragged me down to suicide,
my "selfish crime",
the **** I just wanted someone to understand,
but all I got was "friends" throwing hands
and kicking me out,
coughing up sand,
I couldn't hydrate in that drought,
so I escaped and went south..
vacationed for a while by putting things in my mouth,
the one part of my body you don't linger on anymore,
guess "when it rains it pours"
cause I can't seem to recover from this storm
Don't know if I should talk to you,
tired of thinking "maybe he misses me too"