I hate how even when you walk away
When you tune it out
When you count black sheep all day
The pain is still there to stay
You try so hard not to let these voices lead you astray
Trying so hard You've lead yourself into a pit
You made this pit out of anger, frustration, sorrow, jealousy, and pain in their purest forms
Because in this hole that's all that seems to fit
Once inside this hole there's no way out
No instruction kit
You begin to hallucinate
As if dreaming your way out of it will change your fate
You'd die for a key to open that gate
but instead...
You're stuck here
in this pit
And nobody gives a ****
because your just another piece of ****
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
I hate how even when you walk away
When you tune it out
When you count black sheep all day
The pain is still there to stay
You try so hard not to let these voices lead you astray
Trying so hard You've lead yourself into a pit
You made this pit out of anger, frustration, sorrow, jealousy, and pain in their purest forms
Because in this hole that's all that seems to fit
Once inside this hole there's no way out
No instruction kit
You begin to hallucinate
As if dreaming your way out of it will change your fate
You'd die for a key to open that gate
but instead...
You're stuck here
in this pit
And nobody gives a ****
because your just another piece of ****
