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