I'm in pain, wanna put ten shots in my brain
I've been trippin' 'bout some things, can't change
Suicidal, same time I'm tame
Picture this, in bed, get a phone call
Girl that you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ with killed herself
That was this summer and nobody helped
And ever since then, man, I hate myself
Wanna ♥♥♥♥♥♥' end it, pessimistic
All wanna see me with no pot to piss in
But ♥♥♥♥♥♥ been excited 'bout the grave I'm diggin'
Havin' conversations 'bout my haste decisions
♥♥♥♥♥♥' sickenin'; at the same time
Memories surface through the grapevine
'Bout my uncle playin' with a slip knot
Post-traumatic stress got me ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up
Been ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up since the couple months they had a ♥♥♥♥♥ locked up