Acceptance (Ft. Richard Brown & Malik Nelson of AMOR)
I'm not okay, I've never been fucking okay. Every single day, I fake this God damn smile just so they can get their way. It makes me sick to live through this misery, how much longer can I bare with this agony? The anticipation to take a gun, put it to my head, and pull the trigger. Pull the trigger, and see how much red will spread. Until I drop dead, I'm sick in the fucking head. I long to lie in my wooden bed. Cross my arms, kill my sight. Reaper, save me, hold me tight. Broken since birthed, no one can comprehend what it's like to truly be cursed. It can only be heard so far within this closed coffin. I know I'm not like the rest, I'm just a piece of shit at best. I'm sorry I'm not okay, I wish I could be for both you and me. I'm trying to save you from all that's bad, when I am the reason what's wrong in the world. I always turn my back to the clock, because I never want to know when my time is up.