touch every feeling feels like splinters going through the hand
Everytime I lay in the bed feels like the man on the cross every time you ignore me ...
Something I cannot comprehend cuz I was locked up in the cell I couldn't get ahold of you.....
If it was different at the time
I would have been there every step you take every struggle you have to go through like Bonnie and Clyde.....
Like I was Walking the Tightrope for you......
It wouldn't matter it was life and death I will take a bullet for you...
If it ever come down to that point like a f****** Melody going through my skull....
Look at through my point of view......
I Walk Alone this dirt road with no cars no sounds......
Trying to find a soulmate to feel sorry for me.....
Because I have my 9 Miller pistol pointed to my chin ready to pull the trigger.......
It ain't no drug out there I haven't took.....
Truthfully and be honest only thing it does give into my demons to make my pain worse....
Inside my head I think my family is doubting me. Because I ain't doing s*** in my life...
So what is the point of living anymore if I have those problems stacked on top like dominoes........
When I was deep in my compression
Because I did not have no money in my pocket.....
I decided to walk in traffic to commit suicide
But the cars went straight through me
Like I never existed......
Like a ghost from below.....
You tell me that is the only way out
Can't steal from the poor man.......
You can't break a man that's already been broken.......
And you can't bring back the Dead......
We are all lost in this world alone......
It is two type of people in this world
The people who live in the present
And the people who trying to rebuild the past......
You have to pick one and this life
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
touch every feeling feels like splinters going through the hand
Everytime I lay in the bed feels like the man on the cross every time you ignore me ...
Something I cannot comprehend cuz I was locked up in the cell I couldn't get ahold of you.....
If it was different at the time
I would have been there every step you take every struggle you have to go through like Bonnie and Clyde.....
Like I was Walking the Tightrope for you......
It wouldn't matter it was life and death I will take a bullet for you...
If it ever come down to that point like a f****** Melody going through my skull....
Look at through my point of view......
I Walk Alone this dirt road with no cars no sounds......
Trying to find a soulmate to feel sorry for me.....
Because I have my 9 Miller pistol pointed to my chin ready to pull the trigger.......
It ain't no drug out there I haven't took.....
Truthfully and be honest only thing it does give into my demons to make my pain worse....
Inside my head I think my family is doubting me. Because I ain't doing s*** in my life...
So what is the point of living anymore if I have those problems stacked on top like dominoes........
When I was deep in my compression
Because I did not have no money in my pocket.....
I decided to walk in traffic to commit suicide
But the cars went straight through me
Like I never existed......
Like a ghost from below.....
You tell me that is the only way out
Can't steal from the poor man.......
You can't break a man that's already been broken.......
And you can't bring back the Dead......
We are all lost in this world alone......
It is two type of people in this world
The people who live in the present
And the people who trying to rebuild the past......
You have to pick one and this life
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