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Under appreciated
No motivation to get out of bed
suicidal thoughts in my head
What should I do
I don't know except, try not to think about you
Phone blows up, I know what's up
It's you again, declined it again and again
Now it's half past 10, and the devil's calling me
Last night I told him not to bother me
But he wants my sad soul
Tight Grip on me won't let go
Cause my glass was half-full
But he smashed it on the floor
Then slammed the front door
Still not sure what for
Maybe because i called him a whore
Or because i deserved a lot more
Could just be tired of being poor
Tired of giving
Tired of living
Tired of not having turkey on thanksgiving
Im sad he hates the holidays
Angry because he ditches it always
But what can i say
Hes stuck in his manipulative ways
Stuck in repetitive fights
Drunken nights
Again and again, god please let it end
I just want to quit it
So whats it all worth
Not a damn thing
Wheres my hearse
Take me to my grave
And now get it over with
