Letras
How do you people do it
It's so baffling
Having control and handling emotions
Doesn't compute to me
My mind disputes everything i throw at it
Second guessing is just first nature to me
It's almost like the human condition is making yourself miserable
But why were equal but dont wanna be
We could all really be happy if we tried
But oh my we dug ourselves too deep with mental illness
So that really isn't an option anymore
Options many more
On how to distract from the fact the heat of the universe
Will erase all trace of anything existing
Including itself including myself
Fuck
My life is hell
Your life is hell
If it did exist
I just wanna end this
Happiness is fleeting
But sadness is fucking leeching
Constantly there irremovable
Pushing suicide urging us for leaving it all behind
Severe pressure on my mind
We were born for suicide sentience is a curse on life
I got so much on my plate every day it's like a pressure valve
Building up just to explode
Take a load off doze off wake up rinse and repeat
Every week every year
I'm sick of it im done it's all futile and super depressing
My life is hell
Your life is hell
If it did exist
I just wanna end this
My life is hell
Your life is hell
If it did exist
I just wanna end this