Write and Cry - Interlude

Every night all I do is write and cry now

All the controversies surround my head

But I do wonder if I'm better off dead

But I do wonder what to do if you see me in my bed

With a knife in my head, sheets are red

Wait, every time we talk about the subject

You'd always say that it's hard to digest

And we'd have to go and erase the progress

But you still use me like an object

You say I'm a nobody, why you hitting up my phone?

Try to escape, but I'm stuck inside the zone

Talking shit, and you say that it's banter

But every time I ask why, there's no answer

All of the arguments that we debate

We had to end it all, cause that is fake

Cause all I want to see is a smile on you face

But that shit was pitiful, and it had to go to waste