aint gon talk about shit 
Just finna slit my wrist 
do not fucken save me baby
i don’t wanna live
i think it every day 
every day just feel the same 
I’ve thought about the outcome and it doesn’t seem to safe 
don’t wanna play this game 
id rather take the blade 
cut my limbs to bits and soon the loss will numb the pain
I empty out my heart 
fucking shit ripped me apart 
i die inside an empty house and call it fucking art

Every morning i wake up
And tend to slit my wrist
I aint shit
So im just tryna get up and out this bitch
Dig my ditch
Make a slit with the switch
Climb up in
My resting place
U can Leave me with the vermin and disgrace
I dont go outside
I dont see sunlight
I dont give a shit
Throw me in the pit
Cast me up in flames
shotty to my brains
Tell a mothafucka
To burn up all my remains

Die Inside an Empty House and Call It Art

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