Desolate

Yuh, temptation's my sensation Fucked myself up, you're my replacement

Outside the curb, between the dark pavement Got no cash in me with no payment

Make no deals with me and nor Satan No love for me and no, I'm not takin

These things I've done, they won't be forgiven Had to keep my own self hidden

Going up and going straight down, depressance Always when the first round is not a phase

It's just a relapse, it might just kill me, oh, or perhaps

I'm going up and going straight down, depressance Always when the first round is just a phase

It's just a relapse, it might just kill me, oh, or perhaps

Here we go again, now I'm venting All my paragraphs are now sending

Barely read them, then you say sorry Dry as hell, the mood is so soggy