Suicidal Muzik

[Verse 1]
Bleed from a harsh symphony
Leaving cruel and cold summers next to his friend’s feet
I’m so young in this let me back up in this
Got so many things to finish got unfinished business
Ah! So frustrated and so sick
Weak body so weak I feel like I’m a prick
Sit and be lazy? That ain’t really my way
Chores, work, and studies all have given me a reason to slay
Myself to death, zombie infect, I can’t resurrect
You bet that’s it, still going through the test
My hands so numb and sore but I still write
Pens, pencils, and papers is what I use to breathe and fight
Yeah, recognizing the real consequences
Said I would give up this life but I still haven’t
What’s up with that, what’s up with me
Do I really have to keep letting it all out to feel pleased?
Physically weak, mentally weak, spiritually weak
Tongue so tired, dull, and nervous I can no longer speak
And it seems that I’ve given up my bright future
For this dark and cursed burden that I can no longer maneuver
I’ve given up the verses, hooks, and books
All for this stupid and disgusting dream
I’m the definition of a real fiend, plan so lethal
Hero gone corrupted overloaded by evil
Blurred out noise you can barely even tell
All the different kinds of things I’m to sell
They congratulate me, they all say I got talent
But in the end I got none I’m just filled with malice
Only seventeen, but just look at my face
And you can see that I’m a veteran in this race
And I still lose, from random lyrics to poor beats
Say I never struggled but really I’m down so deep
The rain and ocean always fills my eyes
Nowadays I keep blinking cause they’re so dry
Fly like an eagle, freedom is what I want
But I can’t stand the beginning of the dawn
Furrowed eyebrows makes me more stressed
I’ve got no more hunger or appetite still left
My face feels so heavy that I wanna rip it off
Memories and thoughts makes me wanna get shot