Originally Posted by ReKey
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I got some shit on my chest that causes so musch stress
honestly i dont know why i think about it, i get in a mess
i have opinions but know one ever cares to listen
i can be a ass hole but only if im put in that position
my ambitions rise higher and higher as i let this pain go
i had a dream once about my death im gonna die slow
i often have conversations with myself, im goin insaine
i have so much to learn, knowledge is what i hope to gain
if i could take back my past i would do it in a nano second
lifes been nothin but painfull and i get drunk & high, so reckless
i cant pin point it exactly as i would like too i just wanna be alone
i cant stand it anymore i just wanna smash my cell phone
i get relentless call all day, i constantly arguee with myself
god shine your light on me please, because i think i need your help
DONT USE UP ALL YOUR TIGHT SHIT
TIGHT