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SoulRue - Mental Institution

Lyrics

I’ve got a couple things on my mind
And no I’m not alright
Please call me sometime
Just so I know that you’re alright
Put me in a mental institution
Only way that I’ll get through it
After losing such a perfect girl like you
Yeah I’m barely making it through it

There’s so much I’ve been through
So much left to get through
Stuck in the past 
But my future’s the issue
Embrace the hard truth
Crave my fucking death
Crave it like a sweet tooth

Truth spills when I do it
My mind spins as I lose it
Scars in the rhythm yeah
The pain’s therapeutic 
Yeah
You said you’d fucking lose it
While you listen to my music
Always losing
Always moving
I Can’t lie 
I’ve really been through it
I’ve been through more 
Than you can fathom
With my best friend fucking Adam
He’s my day one homie
It don’t matter 
We still answer to the master
Yuh
We still answer to the master

Of the after motha fucking life
Where the pain cuts deep like a jagged knife
We despise
All that sugar coated advice
Like I can fix myself overnight
Like I ain’t been dying inside every night
They preach like they know the burden
Quotin’ verses like that’s certain
But I ain’t found no light in sermons
Only silence and these demons lurkin’

To be that better person
Be the man she’s deserving
But I’m that dopehead motherfucker
That Always questions if it’s worth it
Shoot a motherfucker with a nine Psych
Shoot 'em with a needle
Peeking through a keyhole
That’s how I see the world so feeble

Aye yuh

Through a fucking keyhole
Peeking through a keyhole
World so small filled with evil
I just wanna be whole
Aye aye
I just wanna be home
I just wanna leave whole

Leave like a newlywed
Coulda shoulda shot 'em dead
Nicked me with a bullet
Stumbled as I slowly bled
Echoes Echoes
In my head
Want to fill me full of dread
They twist the truth in strands of red
They whisper all these empty words
That have me wishing for death
Bullet Bullet
In my head
A lullaby of my regret
Bury my hope and love instead
Slowly fill me full of lead
Exit out my body 
So I become an empty threat

Yeah
They want me dead
But I just want peace instead
Just one night to rest my head
I’ve got a couple things on my mind
And no I’m not alright
Please call me sometime
Just so I know that you’re alright
Put me in a mental institution
Only way that I’ll get through it
After losing such a perfect girl like you
Yeah I’m barely making it through it