Suicide
I’ve walked this long way from home to find my real utopiabut, now I got no place to go and now I feel agoraphobiaCan’t describe how lonely I am, I know this isn’t a gameBut I’m beating the fan, I’m beating the fanI do this shit again and againBoy, what the hell are you afraid of?You are your life’s creator, something you definitely ain’t gonna get paid offJust don’t be a bitch, be a real playerThere’s nothing,I’m sick of thisNeed somebody to stand by my side, for a moment no foreverNever would’ve looked for a safe to hideI wait for you, I stay for you.Everything I made for you.Just for you, what’s made for you.Don’t need to make it yet, but just for you.They always say, only you be way better but I don’t believe their shitter.Honestly I’m falling up the ladder, maybe this song will be my last letter.All the history and times all we haveJust tell I’m sorry and now give me your rest (I’ll take it to you)If my passion is what you need (I’ll give it for ya)If conclusion is what you mean, now set me free so that I’ll forget (x2)