I don't try to take it harshly

But somethings just can't end abruptly

Just picture something that you see everyday

Just disappear completely and can't be replaced

Just pick it all out, I'm tired of it being there

Thirty round mag and the rest, on wood stairs

I stare at the wall just for fun everyday

I tried to converse but it didn't say hey

Cause walls can't talk, and neither can you

Cause you're deep in the ground, in a box

"We've been through"

I come to your spot every once and a while

I can't help but laugh bout the memories, I smile

And on, and on, and on, and onn

(Humming)

I am off keyyy

I don't care