Better Off Dead (feat. Masetti)

Suicide on my mind am I better off dead Pills on the desk I left a note on the bed 'Cause even I cry, sorry I'm stressed I gotta confess, my life is a mess I don't wanna live and I feel like death Heart beating and it hurts my chest Hard breathing so I take a breath I inhale in try to make amends Stuck in a cycle, might go psycho Look in a mirror, I don't like to I'm too fat and I might need lipo I'm not perfect I'm just like you Screwed up moods 'cause of mental health Born to lose and I hate myself Honestly speaking I'm sick of my life Sick of the way that I feel every night Music is soothing it's all that I got But honestly not when you make it a job That is the price that I pay to exist Drowning in life and I can't really swim Sink to the bottom 'cause nobody's there Pick up the bottle 'cause nobody cares Handful of pills; I know that it kills I'm drifting away and I'm no longer scared Deeper I go and I fill with despair Pain and the scars that can't be repaired Nobody told me that life would be fair Sink to the bottom I'm comfortable there Suicide on my mind am I better off dead Pills on the desk I left a note on the bed 'Cause even I cry, sorry I'm stressed I gotta confess, my life is a mess I still get in these moods Stuck in place but time moves All I know is this anger Where that go I can't choose Could this be the paranoia Keeping me trapped in my past ways I cannot change when it's built deep Leaving my hope in the ashtray Lash away myself from the past Who's in the mirror that I'm looking at? I don't recognize that man, wonder will I rise again Questions that I still have, but I go off on a tangent God looking down like damn man Tell me when you finally will understand that Everything happens for a reason You could've been dead but you still dreaming But at the same time, you were still fiening For a sense of love and pride like you ever seen it They don't know that's gon' be pretty there's gon' be lows One more place that we're afraid of but we wanna reach goals Most of them will do it for the ego But we gotta do it for the people In pain Suicide on my mind am I better off dead Pills on the desk I left a note on the bed 'Cause even I cry, sorry I'm stressed I gotta confess, my life is a mess