Depression
misplaced my displacement I can't find my head
I see some hatred in the mirror, I'm better off dead
its time to give up, theres nothing left to say
close the gates, my soul is just fine here anyway
I was depressed
But now im feeling better
inside-out I wrote myself a letter
came at me with the devil in his eye
shot em dead with my ink .45
Look up to emptyness before I die
I must say its not as bad as I thought
I would have believed I'd lost more battles than I fought
But suicide and hatred and all that shit aside
I would have belived those skeptics had lied
I'm not feeling well on any particular day
but whats feeling bad if I feel the same everyday
I'm not all for material only cause I dont got much
I'd rather live with all the things I can not touch
Everyones depressed
But they never get better
just stare at themselves while they all get older
they sell themselves for a coin and a tie
stare down the barrel of a colt .45
look up to emptyness before they die
Sometimes I cant help but think people enjoy the pain
close their eyes, turn to stone, when all they must do is step out of the rain
they need somethin to bitch about or else they'd have nothin to say
never stand up to oppression, a utopian world would just ruin there day
blood stained souls look better on a resume when it comes to a life worth living
keep all you gain for yourself, complain how you miss the spirit of giving
you love getting things off your chest, as much as you like strapping yourself down
cut your arm wide open, bandage it up nice, then take your attention to town
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