Cut the shit

By Project Null

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I want to die

I keep telling myself that but it’s not true

Every day wake up

Sing a different tune

Dead in the head

Getting ready so I can

Lay down in my death bed

Feelings that mean shit to me

I say leave me be

Every second I shoot myself in the foot

Just to come right back down and input

Some direction into my life

Not grabbing the knife - but I want to break free

From this life

From this reality

Shit stinks

Here, have a couple drinks

And hope to waste your life

On a little bit meth and coke

Go out with some random bloke

Did you even care?

Would you even be there?

Null, skull

Words that don’t make sense

I’m tired of talkin’

I’m balking

Tired of shit in my backseat

Go home and beat my meat

I miss you - I really do

Or is that the alcohol talking?

Going on and on, but your dirty mouth keeps drooling

With bullshit about how you loved me

Output the shit

It don’t take no degree

To know you never loved me