This isn't how it's supposed to be
And I'm sitting here holding my head
Laying in bed
Wishing one minute to eleven that I was dead. (I was dead)
Lost in thought
Out of my mind
There's no bad luck
Their just bad days
When you drop to the ground
And you dig your grave
Six feet
There's no way
That I left this earth
With less to say
A rotted mind
And bloated corpse
It's not that easy