Whatever Fits
I’m so fucking stressed out that I think I want to cave in
Just give to the world what’ll otherwise be taken
Fuck trying to be patient in this fucking situation
I’ve reached a certain point, a point that leaves me breaking
Because money is an angel that is only sent from satan
Few people see the agony that every bill’s been laced in
But face it, it is only used as a persuasion
Who needs motivation when you have this inner hatred?
And now my mind is racing, my heart is out of rhythm
Some people see my face and just wonder what is in him
Did reality just hit him like another ton of bricks?
Did we finally get through to him and bring his world to shit?
Well, this is it, I have had enough of this insanity
I’d rather die in flames then drown inside the tragedy
If this is how it has to be, if I wind up by my lonely
Before I lay to rest I will make sure that know me
And then you can hold me in whatever light that fits
You can say that I was strong, you can say I was a dick
You can use my grave to spit because I took you with me
Ignore that I was stressed and had nobody there to fix me
But if one day you are sifting and you come across this paper
Please read it ’til the very end then read it over later
See I’m not a hater but a guy who needs to understand
That someone will always be there no matter where I stand
Notes: Cleaned it up a bit. Still not perfect, but at least it’s something after a month of nothing.
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