Boom

 

I keep having bad dreams, nights turn into fights and days aren’t exactly what they seem

Fuming looking for revenge, ready to binge and get beat down on a west haven lawn

I know I was wrong and soon I might be dead wrong

Making purely suicidal songs, drum and bass

Mental, a true fucking nut case

Trying to save face, doing the best that I can

To be a real man

To be someone that has a life worth living, someone that can keep giving

Someone with love, and not filled with hate

My status, up for debate

Looking to seal my fate

I’m the type that would show up to my own funeral, late…

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