When I go to hell, it’ll probally be no music to listen too
That alone is punishment enough, I’ll spend eternity miserable
I’ll probally feel how I’d feel if they ever put me in an institute.
Just talking to myself all day without **** to do.
Thinking about people that don’t do the same, don’t I mean **** to you?
But **** is cool. When it comes to sins, I prolly committed a few
Any good deeds I have, consider them my gift to you.
I hate being optimistic like **** gonna get better.
**** my ******* ****, don’t you tell me to keep my head up
Cause after I die my soul gonna be punished for ever.
The ones that talk behind my back, in my face speak so kindly.
Don’t allow me to move forward, and put my mistakes behind me
I wish I could find peace, even if it was temporarily.
When I say **** everybody I’m only pushin away the few that care for me.
It’s clear to see, drugs is better then therapy.
No problems, I’m fine.
No I’m not lying.
Putting my life into rhymes in lines.
I’m sorry for wasting your time.