Crash and Burn
Slowly but surely I will crash and burn
But I deserve it because it's my turn
Hitting that pipe watching my dreams fade away
You're just a piece of trash is what they say
I chase that high to escape my life
If I hold out my wrists will you hand me the knife?
I want to get high and have everything be ok
But I want to die at the end of every day
Stealing, hustling, smoking, and lying
I seem to always find myself crying
Got to maintain, there's no way I can stop
Now I realize I was never on top
Why do I hurt the ones I love?
Is there really a god up above?
The good old days are gone and never coming back
Sorry I have got to go pick up another sack
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