Laying here right on my bed
Got these thoughts that float around my head
Meds
Sometimes I think that I should really take some
But break 'em
Would be a habit I'd rather not have it
Then I'd have understanding of the place my mom stood
Then maybe I would get just why my mom would
Take another pill
Just feel
Kinda happy
The only difference from my mom is where I went and got these
Sorry
All this stress is feeding my depressive
Excessive
Need to hide my feelings and expressions
My weapon
Is when I crawl away behind my wall
But it might fall
That's the reason why I'm always stressing
I got all these voices
They gimme choices
Like would you rather die or live while feeling pointless
Sit and wallow in your disappointment
Yeah
I wish I didn't hafta feel this way
Yeah
Suicidal thoughts
Scattering my brain
Only thing I ever feel inside my mind is pain
Will I ever make it big or will I die in vein
Only thing I ever think is will I die in vein
Then I go back to the bottle just to medicate
I put down the bottle but I can't escape
So I go back to the bottle and i medicate
Laying on the floor against my bedroom door
Maybe I'll drink some more
But I don't want no more
Laying in my bed wishing I could escape
Why do I feel this way
When will it ever change
Laying on the floor against my bedroom door
Maybe I'll drink some more
But I don't want no more
Laying in my bed wishing I could escape
Why do I feel this way
When will it ever change
I wish that I felt okay and
Things I think would go away
I wish that I could get away
Wish that i could just escape
I need a get away
