Part of the problem is I don't see problems as part of me
You've become part of me, pardon my bargaining
Part of my youth since the days they were carding me
Guarding the truth for the sake of the arguing

Life is a lottery. Why keep on harming me
Riding the pharmacy. Finding the harmony
Tried to be part of me, life then discarded me
Fighting the knife, took it right to my arteries

Down on my luck and I'm empty as fuck as I'm sitting alone
Think as I drift in and out of this mood of the emptiest thoughts as I bitch and I moan
I switch to a groan, then flick through the phone
Pictures and messages hit me at home

Picture the room. Attempting a tomb
A victor declares if the victim was you
Skip To My Lou. Trip through the fumes
Plenty of others, but none of them you

I tried to refute, lies to recuse
Myself from the system, it benefits you
But nothing can help, I'm running my mouth
I talked for so long, now the clock's running out

But. What's the point of it
Been living everyday so annoyed of it

// Hook (Notebook)
I could listen and try to fix it. Advice is gettin' annoying
Riding through some environments that are nice, but still I hear noise 
Why is that I still let vices kill all my joy
Nihilism
I guess it's Nihilism

About Twenty-nine and I feel left out
But I can still make it if I will myself
Head underwater but I still won't drown
And it keeps getting harder as the pills go down

But I'm empty. These thoughts consume my vibes
It's tempting to tempt me, but still I try
You won't get me to rest then, unless you pry
So forget me or best me I've made my mind

But I'm done with it, fuck it I'm over it
Sobering up from the world I was born within
Never been happy, and somehow I'm bored of it
Trying to change, but I can't. It's unfortunate

Torturing. I don't believe that you are who you swore to be
Straight to my face you had lied when you cornered me
Spit on my grave with the smirk you were born to make
Hand you the knife cause my life, you were born to take

What the fuck is the point
Trying to change? What the fuck is the point
Try to behave? What the fuck is the point
Go and lie to my face, what the fuck is the point

Cause I'm bored of this shit
But I'm bored of my wrists
Just a borderline kid, way to old for this
And I'm empty
But you never cared, right
Tempt me. Tempting

// Hook (Notebook)
I could listen and try to fix it. Advice is gettin' annoying
Riding through some environments that are nice, but still I hear noise 
Why is that I still let vices kill all my joy
Nihilism
I guess it's Nihilism

Danny Void & Notebook. - The Point

Thoughts from a balcony, Jumping, I'm thinking.
I can't find the words, must be something I'm drinking.
I'm gone til tomorrow, so lost in the deep end.
There's 6 feet of dirt above, dead for the week end.

Why the fuck do I text back...
and why the fuck is it like that?
why the fuck do I spend so much time on this bitch?
at the beginning we are right back.

What's the point of it all. I've been avoiding it all.
It's so annoying to think, that I just open a drink.
Until the bottom of this bottle is so closer to me.
What did you hope I could be? Damn.

I'm not your savior. I hate the way we are...

But then I'm gone til tomorrow, my heart is so broken...
Nobodies to blame... 

I'm going insane.
Thoughts run in circles, my energy's drained.
Fuck whatchu thinking, there's nothing to say.
There is no one to blame, but I'm hoping I can.

Might as well just say peace now.
It's bout the time that I dip out.
I am hardly the same, cause my heart.. This bitch had it ripped out.

Dead For The Weekend (Recorded in 2014 or 2015)

Written & Performed by: Danny Void
Produced by: CLASSIXS BEATS
Mixed & Mastered by: Notebook.

Lyrics:
Thursday marks a month since I, bothered to leave my house.
Pity & Self Reflection is destined to keep me down.

My only weapon has left me bittered & twisted now.

The only lesson was less than effective.
Unless I get I better, what's the point of it?

Can't take no more of it. I'm torn to bits.
& God I$ Dead? yes I'm bored of it.

I tried to fight it then I learned I shouldn't even dare.
Did you even care? Were you even there?

I'm gone & lost in the moment. Hardly can hold it.
Depart my components.
Apart from the part we departed.
A part of me's parked, and it's par for the course for the moment.

Nevermind that. Never why that.
Ever try, but you like when you wind back?

You're a sucker for times that you lose.
Martyr by choice, and the L's come in two's.

What more could you lose? What more could you prove?
You're sucker for love, and a fuck up for nothing. Not much to improve.

It not as bad as you think. But I know for a fact that it's sicker than I.
Be quick, make a move. It'll all be gone in a blink of an eye.

Thursday. (Recorded in 2017)

I'm not alright.
I don't think I'm fine.
I might be right.
It might be time.
Tell me you hate me.
Tell me I'm crazy.
Tell me there may be.
A way out.

Everyday I'm empty. I'm trying just to get over it.
Thoughts of suicide drown the thoughts of getting over it.
It's do or die. Now there's time to make a point of it.
So tell me, what's the point of living if you're over it?

I'm not alright.
I don't think I'm fine.
I might be right.
It might be time.
Tell me you hate me.
Tell me I'm crazy.
Tell me there may be.
A way out.

They say I'm crazy, and suicide is too permanent.
But I'm determined to leave this earth with a permanence.
A murderous self: deserved to inheret this burden.
It's crazy. The fucks I give were never enough to prefer it.

I'm not alright.
I don't think I'm fine.
I might be right.
It might be time.
Tell me you hate me.
Tell me I'm crazy.
Tell me there may be.
A way out.

I'm not alright.
I don't think I'm fine.
I might be right.
It might be time.
Tell me you hate me.
Tell me I'm crazy.
Tell me there may be.
A way out.

I'm not alright.
I don't think I'm fine.
I might be right.
It might be time.

I'm Not Alright

Keep On Lying (Recorded in 2012)

Capsuled Dreams (Recorded in 2011)

Leased Dreams

I Love My Scars (Recorded in 2012)

Produced by Foam Heart
Mixed by Notebook.
Mastered by Notebook.
Written & Performed by Danny Void

Lyrics:
I sold my soul to the devil. Wish I was level headed.
Told I'm forgetful. That text you sent I had never read it.
My timings awful, it's been a minute. I can't respond.
I know I lost you, our shit is finished, ain't last for long.

We burned bright, but the fire was extinguished easy.
It hurts like, I'll expire cause you leave me queasy.
My stomach aches, cause I think I haven't ate for days.
But what's it take? I want a break from all your hateful games.

I tried to change, but I guess it wasn't good enough.
I might just pray, about the should've, could've, would've, huh?
I'm twenty-nine, I feel like I'm too old for this.
But I'll be fine if I hold it in: no broken ribs.


I tried to change for the better, but I made things worse.
That's my life at work.
I might just pray that weather gets better first.
I hope to god this works.
I tried to change for the better, but I made things worse.
That's my life at work.
I might just pray that weather gets better first.
I hope to god this works.


I feel myself just tip-toeing to my demise.
I'll kill myself just to get going with no suprise.
I'm not depressed but I'm trapped in all this apathy.
My life's a mess, cause I guess that it just has to be.

So what's the point in even trying if I'm bored of it?
Til I'm destroyed I'll keep on lying it's unfortunate.
I watch the clock tick, I feel the time fade.
I guess that I'll dip into the life that I made.


I tried to change for the better, but I made things worse.
That's my life at work.
I might just pray that weather gets better first.
I hope to god this works.
I tried to change for the better, but I made things worse.
That's my life at work.
I might just pray that weather gets better first.
I hope to god this works.

Imposter Syndrome

Made Things Worse

Produced by Foam Heart
Mixed by Notebook.
Mastered by Notebook.
Written & Performed by Danny Void

Lyrics:
I sold my soul to the devil. Wish I was level headed.
Told I'm forgetful. That text you sent I had never read it.
My timings awful, it's been a minute. I can't respond.
I know I lost you, our shit is finished, ain't last for long.

We burned bright, but the fire was extinguished easy.
It hurts like, I'll expire cause you leave me queasy.
My stomach aches, cause I think I haven't ate for days.
But what's it take? I want a break from all your hateful games.

I tried to change, but I guess it wasn't good enough.
I might just pray, about the should've, could've, would've, huh?
I'm twenty-nine, I feel like I'm too old for this.
But I'll be fine if I hold it in: no broken ribs.

I tried to change for the better, but I made things worse.
That's my life at work.
I might just pray that weather gets better first.
I hope to god this works.
I tried to change for the better, but I made things worse.
That's my life at work.
I might just pray that weather gets better first.
I hope to god this works.

I feel myself just tip-toeing to my demise.
I'll kill myself just to get going with no suprise.
I'm not depressed but I'm trapped in all this apathy.
My life's a mess, cause I guess that it just has to be.

So what's the point in even trying if I'm bored of it?
Til I'm destroyed I'll keep on lying it's unfortunate.
I watch the clock tick, I feel the time fade.
I guess that I'll dip into the life that I made.

I tried to change for the better, but I made things worse.
That's my life at work.
I might just pray that weather gets better first.
I hope to god this works.
I tried to change for the better, but I made things worse.
That's my life at work.
I might just pray that weather gets better first.
I hope to god this works.

Danny Void

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