Im Fucked Up
I know it
I try so hard to resist
Im Screwed Up
and wasted
Constantly feeling like Shit
Tied Up
Restricted
In my own confusing thoughts
Losing all
Inspiration
Suicide are my only thoughts
Scribbling
Scratching
In this very verse
Trying to find
Reasoning
In this continous curse
Im Fucked Up
Inside
the Outside is just as worse
Im Fucked Up
I am
and so is this fucking verse
I'm sick of trying too hard, I'm sick of trying end of.
I'm sick of being the reason, for trying to give up.
I'm fucked Up, completely, and I'm only spreading the diease.
Just leave me alone, me and these fucked up dreams...
keep the fucked up dreams... they may help you someday.
keep up the writin... you'll never lose your inspiration or F atomic bombs as far as I can tell haha