Sick of this

Yuh

I’m not sorry I don’t care about life
I don’t care wether I live or if I die
Bring the molly mutha fucka
Bring a knife
Beat my face
So I bleed from my mind
Ain’t no other mutha fucka that is sick of this
Why do we keep going on?
There is no sense in this
Might buy a rope
And a big ass brick
Tie it round my feet
Then commit to the slip

Fuck my life I’m so sick of this shit
Won’t seek help
Just deal with the hits
Fucking end me
Beat my head with a brick
I don’t wanna die
But I’m fucking sick of this

Every singe second of every single day
Always doubting my purpose
Wondering why I choose to stay
I don’t care about living
So I must love the fucking pain
I don’t listen to limits
I’ll put a bullet in my brain

Sick of this shit
So sick of this shit(x4)

Sick of this shit
So sick of this shit
So sick of this shit
Fuck, yeih

(sick of this, I’m so damn sick of this x4)
Been demonic ain’t no saving my grace
I’ve been alone, get the fuck outta my face
Fuck a fake friend I’d rather have a suicide
Better sooner than later
So I can stay in mind
I am what I am
Just an old lost soul
Too much pain
Think about that rope
Hurt by the world
Zero fucks that I give
Broken like a man
But I’m just a fucking kid

Save my soul
You know you could’ve saved my soul
And now you can’t save my soul
So now you have to let me go

Sick of this shit
Sick of this shit
Fuck