Dying Songtext

You thinkin' I'm playin', I'm diggin' my grave right now
I'm crazy, you'd probably kill yourself
If you knew the shit that I was thinkin' about, ha ha
How can I breathe, cuttin' my sleeve
I'm watchin' it bleed
Maybe that will take the pain away
No more rainy days
You talkin' to me?
Just let me be, I need some sleep
Why you think I cut so deep?
You'll never see what's underneath
Please I need some peace

I'm gonna keep it real, I'm gonna speak how I feel
When I'm drivin' feel like swearvin' the wheel
Right and a left, you think that I'm playin'
I'm treatin' every song, I'm writtin' my will, yeah
This one right here's for everyone out there that's like me battle depression
Been to hell and back and I can tell that I go back and just can't learn my lesson
Coutin' my blessin's but suck at the math So every blessin' I keep cuttin' in half
So all of my problems keep addin' up
While my solutions keep cuttin' in half, yeah, yeah, yeah
Know that they hate me, they say that they love me
Don't call me crazy but I need the company
So fuck with me though, yeah

Oh I think I'm dying
I will [?]
Oh I think I'm dying
I wish I was all around
Oh I think I'm dying

I'm gonna keep it a mil, last year I made a million
Still it ain't change how I feel
Still fuckin' with the same bottle of pills
Went from my brothers basement to a house with no payments
And dealin' with fuckers that I wanna kill
I gotta chill, I don't know how
I wish you could feel, what I'm talkin' about
I'm all by myself, talkin' out loud
No one can help, I feel like I'm drowin', ha ha
Shit is so cold, I'm losin' control
I'm losin' my soul, but I know I never sold it, no
Devil must have stole it, yeah
And that motherfucker is gonna have to deal with me
If I go to hell I'm takin' over

I'm gonna keep it a secret, I ain't gon' tell nobody about these thoughts that are creepin' into my mind
So you think that I'm fine
You think I'm cryin' wolf when I say that I'm dyin', ah
I ain't gon' tell nobody that I'm scared of keepin' guns in the house
I ain't gon' tell nobody that I actually put guns in my mouth
Fuck you know about
Russian roulette with a loaded gun
Handle of vodka and still ain't drunk
I cannot tell nobody that I'm suicidal, no I just keep it bottled up
Bottle of pills are the [?] razor play, [?]
Cross my heart hope to die, jump in [?]
No I'm not fuckin' playin', [?]
Thinkin' it's just a game 'til I blow out my fuckin' brains

Oh I think I'm dying
I will [?]
Oh I think I'm dying
I wish I was all around
Oh I think I'm dying