(I don’t understand) (Why) (Why) Why does this shit always happens to me. It seems that I’m just trying too hard, you see. I just want someone to know me. I just want something comforting. Is it because of my past that I can’t have anything nice. I know I destroyed what I had once or twice. From beautiful green eyes to falling into the arms of other guys. It’s my life, but I’ll be fine. At least that what I tell myself…… Alone in the dark turning my pain into art. All of these love scars. Everything’s tearing me apart. Why the fuck do I even try? Why can’t I be that guy? This is why I always get high way beyond my mind. Out of reality. Let my angels take me. Set me free. Let go of me. Nothing but peace. Sweet melody. (Sweeeeeeeeeeet) (Sweet melody) (Sweeeeeeeeeeet) (Sweet melody) (Sweeeeeeeeeeet melody) (Sweeeeeeeeeeet melody) I don’t get it. I don’t understand. Am I pathetic? Or just not a man? I don’t get it! Yeah I don’t understand. I’ll give you credit. He’s better than I am. [Low Voice] Why do I feel this way? Is it because I’m just not okay? I still wake up everyday still feeling the same. It never goes away but here I still live. What do I have to give in order to kiss the girl I missed from my foolishness. I can’t stand this bullshit. It’s pathetic. Kinda toxic. I might be just dramatic but I’ve had it. Enough is enough. I still dream of drugs. I still dream about you. I wake up to realize it wasn’t true. (Ooooohhhhhhhh) (Oh) (Oh) (I don’t know) I get no rest. I’m lost in my head. I just don’t get it. So I get wasted and completely faded. Now I’m faded. Now I’m faded. (So faded) (So faded) (I’m faded) (Yes, I’m faded) I’m getting really anxious. My palms are sweating from being nervous. Always exhausted from all the work I’ve been doing to be productive but I get reluctant when I try relaxing. It’s a weird feeling but I kinda like it. Like being excited, I’m over ignited. Bowl of weed and I light it, sparking a fire. I get higher than a ladder but I’m still sadder than a motherfucker. All these days keep passing. Withering away from the depression. Leaving holes in my chest like a shotgun. Bang, bang I fall into oblivion. I’m just so tired of living but I keep on pushing. It’s forward motion that keeps me going. (Oh) (Oh) (Medicine in you)