Everyday I feel I’m going to die, and that’s ok cuz I’ve come to terms, I never really had much of a life and that ok I’m on my ones.
I think about the end before I start and that’s ok I’m just making sure,
I can’t explain what’s in my head and that ok cuz no one listens.
You’ll realise who I was and who I hide,
You’ll ask yourself did I have to die and that’s ok it’s written in my eyes.
They aint no helping nor saving me,
Sit back and watch me smile and that ok cuz I’m ready to die.