The enemy wanted a killer love story
Jump off a building or overdose on sleeping pills
Inject a bottle of insulin, pull the trigger with a gun sparkling and glistening
Jump into a river, run out in traffic, crash my car into concrete
Had darkness taunting and calling me through sleep
Played Big’s suicidal thoughts while crying
A fake sense of relief in images of death fatalities dying
Hearing the world would be better off in my departure
The classic record I’ll never do anything right
All I would do is hurt people multiply evil
Always referring to quicksand, the enemy begged and pleaded for my hands.
What are you thinking about after reading this?