Pain

*Phone rings* Hello, You've reached the suicide hot line We're sorry we couldn't listen to Your feelings right now Please tell us a bit about What's going on after you hear the beep Yeah it was hard for me Like a knife up to my artery Every single night tie a rag so I wouldn't bleed Stevie wonder so you wouldn't see The beetles said Just let it be Thinking back to the days of you and me This music was an art for me But it's getting hard to breath Like why didn't I see I needed therapy Hood on like assassins creed Jesus On the cross I bleed Begging on my knees Just please, I fucking need the key What's to be, needs to be We were built differently That's the difference between You and fucking me Rushing for the nurse to speed Before I'm in this hearse to bleed Before this curse succeeds Please, just help me please It's harder than it seems I'm on my knees, Begging please Maybe smoke some weed Make it Easy like a to c Or one to three Throw my body out to sea Let my soul Rest In Peace And maybe then you'll see Its the fucking end for me I hate the way that the drugs take the pain away Tryna understand but if fades away Every single days just another day Dreaming of the days on holidays They don't wanna help me Tryna get better but I know that I won't be Tryna say I would know that I should Tryna understand but I thought that I could Dealing with circumstances out of my control Going to bed every night wishing I grew old But I'm losing my soul, to the devil it's sold Till The point that I'm old Like the Atlantic I'm cold I wish to speak to you, and start to apologise Darkest thoughts beneath your eyes Cold nights alone as you fucking cry For me to cry, for us cry, man I'd rather die In this wooden box I lye Tears falling from your eyes I want peace but I'm in pieces When he says what she says she's speechless And even then she eats out his feelings And nothings there to help how he's feeling Just the drugs he turns to for his dealings And there's pain I will never touch Doors I will never close Pills I don't regret Tryna swallow just to overdose Times that I wanna lay in a ditch to die Man, this was more than fucking suicide I hate the way that the drugs take the pain away Tryna understand but if fades away Every single days just another day Dreaming of the days on holidays They don't wanna help me Tryna get better but I know that I won't be Tryna say I would know that I should Tryna understand but I thought that I could Man I thought that I could Man I thought that I could Man they don't wanna help me Tryna get better but I know that I won't be Tryna say I would, know that I should Tryna understand but I But I really thought I could