I’m so sick of my life
It’s all that’s on my mind at the end of the night
I just can’t get it right, it’s like me and God are in a moment of strife
Everyone is kicking me while I’m down and I just wanna get back up
Where’s my luck, everyone act like they give a fuck
Til I turn around then they talk there shit just to put my name in the mud
That’s my luck, I really could use a hug
I need someone to tell me everything will be ok
Without throwing all the dirt they got on my name
This shit is driving me insane I don’t know if I’m going to make it another day
My soul has filled up with the pain, the thoughts in my brain
Looking for change, stand in the flames, suffer in the rain
Nothing will change, Satan’s runnin the game, I’m stuck with the shame
I don’t want to live anymore, filled with hate in my core
I fell from the tor, my faith has been torn
The world is synthetic and my life catatonic
This could turn into a epidemic cuz my thoughts are demonic
I need a paramedic I think I might have lost it
Sick
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