ThisRopeWontHangItself

Now S to the A to the P to the H to the I to the R Now S to the A to the P to the H to the I to the R Now S to the A to the P to the H to the I to the R Now S to the A to the P to the H to the I to the R I can't contain this heavy head With shallow hearts and thinning threads Of spinning legs that twist around Like feather robes around my neck My sleep don't really co-exist With a conscious head that reminisce On different minds that break and wish On little flaws to create a list of Depression Love creates an obsession Dissection Brain and guts now I'm hexing You can keep on acting like you're really really strong bitch But I'll put you in a casket Where you truly fucking belong bitch This rope won't hang itself Cause I only have myself I don't need no one else Cause stone cold hearts don't melt Now fuck the feelings I felt I'm numb forever In hell Cause I'll see you at your farewell With your body down in a well I hate you can't you tell Cause a piece of nothing like you don't deserve A piece of something like me Bitch.. West Coast Wasted West Coast Wasted West Coast Wasted West Coast Wasted