HangInThere

Still wanting to hang myself out to dry like wet clothing. Stress eating my alive like like a dog. (Sweet!) Here, wanna treat? Well how about I let you rip my throat out and eat the deceased? I don't give a fuck about the song, There's no beat. Just a slam on a drum. Cause every single motherfucking line I write is just meaningless and dumb. But it's all I know, so I keep going. Hoping one day magically things will change. Gee, I must be fucking insane. Day by day saying the same lame shit while withering away. Good. I ain't mad though. Cause at least when I finally die it'll all be over. (Whoa!) Hold up, where is it you're coming from? Cause for the life of me I see somebody who needs to be loved and given a life worth living. You miss me? Well that's great but it doesn't help when we're millions of miles away! But I still keep fighting. Cause one of these days Imma be walking to your door with a handful of flowers and ring in my pocket. But when I walk through that door all I saw was you hanging. And a note that says "The thoughts inside my head made me."