End of Myself Lyrics

Say too much but your words mean nothing

Say too much but your words mean nothing

I'm so tired of the same old people

Running around to collect

Same old people

They'll be dead in their tracks

Fucking sucking on my ball sack

Been thinking about collapsing

Kind of fucking relapsing

Taking too much were I not able to wake up

Stay up another site

Another hallucination

Forget about my knife

Forget about my knife

Want to cut again

Why do I pretend that life can be something

It's just a bunch of nothing

Who really cares that I'm falling into a pit of nothing

My life is a joke

I forgot to laugh at

I'm so tired of the same old people

Running around to collect

Same old people

They'll be dead in their tracks

Fucking sucking on my ball sack

Counting my bullets

Wanted to take back

They call me a fucking shooter

Got nothing in my backpack

Got the violence within the lyrics

Who know what'll be down

I wouldn't take it back anyways

Imagine you coming into my room

Find me painted on the walls

But did you really know me

I wasn't involved

But the revolver really spoke to me

Shit, I didn't know me

I hate myself and that fact that I was a mistake

I hate the fact that you're always going to be alone

Bitch call me, don't answer the phone

The room really takes its form

As it swallows me whole

I'm so tired of the same old people

Running around to collect

Same old people

They'll be dead in their tracks

Fucking sucking on my ball sack

I'm so tired of the same old people

Running around to collect

Same old people

They'll be dead in their tracks

Fucking sucking on my ball sack

Can't really take another night staring at the space light

Somehow it will get better

Drown it with hard liquor

Knowing my demons can swim through the percentages

I'm killing myself slowly

The way that you wanted it to be

The way that you wanted it to be

The way that you wanted it to be

The way that you wanted it to be

The way that you wanted it to be