I met the ghost of myself asked him, what's wrong with me?

He told me, that you're in hell, my body froze disbelief

It feels I'm all by myself, he told me, how could you tell?

Because I'm not getting well

Looks like I need me some help

I started talking to him more, yeah

He told me things I swear that I can't ignore

Like I'm dead before I'm 20, that mean I got a year left?

Can't pretend I ain't scared, fuck I'm stress

Can't believe in a year I'm done with depress

Stuck in my thoughts, it makes my head weak

Yeah we've been through a lot but can you spear me

I don't like our conversations getting deeper

But I gotta ask how I died, like was it my fault? tell me don't you lie

He told me, he couldn't tell me if he tried

I started to yell tell me how I'm dead!

He told me, you killed yourself from depression, it never got better can't believe what he said,