[i did my time]
people always tell me that I'm a good person, and that they love me...
if that's true then why do I feel so shitty inside?
not just about you...about everything. about everyone. people I've lost, people I have yet to meet, the people I still hold tightly to my chest...
no breath will ever be deep enough to keep me alive and it hurts, more than any knowledge that's ever set in.
just kill me now before I do it myself. I'm wearing khakis - we all know how hard blood is to get out of khakis.
if that's true then why do I feel so shitty inside?
not just about you...about everything. about everyone. people I've lost, people I have yet to meet, the people I still hold tightly to my chest...
no breath will ever be deep enough to keep me alive and it hurts, more than any knowledge that's ever set in.
just kill me now before I do it myself. I'm wearing khakis - we all know how hard blood is to get out of khakis.