You throw wickedness at me I bring no real joy to you You don't want me here no more You want a hole in my forehead And blood pouring on the floor I want up out of this body That's hated by everybody Sometimes I don't know why It's so much easier to die
Sometimes I don't know why It's so much easier to die
I don't wanna leave my house Don't wanna open my mouth Don't wanna meet with pals I don't wanna fuck shit up Don't wanna fuckin' get up Don't wanna take up space Don't want your time to waste I don't wanna fight this back Don't wanna turn to faith I don't wanna build my life Don't wanna grab the phone Don't wanna leave this room I don't wanna talk with you I don't wanna try to change Don't wanna slow shit down I wanna throw shit around I don't wanna run nowhere Don't want no one to care Don't want another crack at it I'd rather be a crack addict I don't wanna look for help
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