Momma come be with me
I dont wanna be
Lonely
When I die
When I pass into a different life
I cut myself with a knife
And the blood won't stop
Life just got to be a lot
The ground beneath me grew to be so hot
But I'm growing freezing cold
22 years old
Soon to be a story only told
Narrated with a memory
Of something absolutely ugly
Creatively
Sad
******
For the lack
Of chemicals
Godly principles
Fundamentals
Light in my eyes
That's guides us through the night