All a Mess

My life’s a mess, I am riddled with stress.

I need to take a rest before my heart bursts in my chest.

I smoke so many cigarettes, getting tattooed by an apprentice.

I used to blow vape tricks, now my eyes roll back listening to the kids with pumped up kicks.

I’m prepare to do a nexus flip but she just wants my love instead.

People keep worrying that I am gonna be the one who dies next.

I’m sorry, I am sorry but my life’s just a mess, my life is a mess.

Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’m prepared to die next, prepared to die next.

We call it a purple rain dance.

She sacrificed her innocences for me, I guess that’s true romance.

I can’t have it forever unless I stop getting high for pleasure.

A ring would probably stop me from getting high off the painkillers.

Wedding ring is probably all I need.

My life’s a mess, yessir indeed.

I ain’t bless because life keeps putting me to my knees.

Gonna kill me eventually so I cry until I cough and wheeze.

Cold breeze blowing through the trees.

Shes undressing herself infront of me, she a tease but in this life everything is a tease to me.

My life’s a mess, baton down the hatches, I’m just a sad fucking drug addict.

Ruined my life, can’t go to college because I’m too stupid to be honest, can’t even keep a fucking promise, left everyone very astonished.

Broken promises left you feeling permanently scarred in your heart.

I’m the bad guy like I’ve been saying from the very start.

I wanna change, i really do but I’m feeling like I can’t, don’t know what to do.

Returned to a point where I was back at it, dropping a xan or two.

Not eating any food.

My life’s a mess, I am riddled with stress.

I need to take a rest before my heart bursts in my chest.

I smoke so many cigarettes, getting tattooed by an apprentice.

I used to blow vape tricks, now my eyes roll back listening to the kids with pumped up kicks.

I’m prepare to do a nexus flip but she just wants my love instead.

People keep worrying that I am gonna be the one who dies next.

I’m sorry, I am sorry but my life’s just a mess, my life is a mess.

Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’m prepared to die next, prepared to die next.

I had a lil taste but I didn’t relapse.

Maybe I can control it this time perhaps.

I’ll just need to sit and relax before I go back to the person I was.

I don’t care because my feelings are needing of repair