kkidd8
Active member
I'm a shy guy at the ripe age of 22.
Who new that one day i'd be sniffin glue,
Cause i can't deal with this phobia no more.
Take that gun outta that drawer,
And stick it to the back of my head,
I am so fed up that i'd rather be dead.
I've got skills and i've got class,
But yet each night i take a sip outta that glass,
to numb myself from this shitty way of life,
Hey, you finished cutting, cause i think i'll slit my throat
with that knife.
Oh yes, sweet freedom, no more sorrow, i am so glad that i am not waking up tomorrow.
-kkid8
Who new that one day i'd be sniffin glue,
Cause i can't deal with this phobia no more.
Take that gun outta that drawer,
And stick it to the back of my head,
I am so fed up that i'd rather be dead.
I've got skills and i've got class,
But yet each night i take a sip outta that glass,
to numb myself from this shitty way of life,
Hey, you finished cutting, cause i think i'll slit my throat
with that knife.
Oh yes, sweet freedom, no more sorrow, i am so glad that i am not waking up tomorrow.
-kkid8
