kill you
i hate writing shit it is so stupid whats my problem today maybe im depressed maybe im helpless what comes out my hand i hate writing shit it is so stupid why do i feel this way feelings in my heart im in way to far can't it wont go away before long my sun is dying i hate writing sh it aint looking forward to it whats fucked up today writing all this time feeling all thats mine come right out my hand tell me now i want to know is that me inside you ah is this fair i gotta let this song inside me free just let me free before long my sun is dying thats why i die thats why i try