'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I

Beaten down, dominated by its sound Living my life horrified Nothing will keep this pacified and out my life Does nobody know I'm insane? Growing deep within my head Softly dying, its soul is shed Eating me all up inside This cancer finds everything I

Could be the end of the world I'd still be laid here on my own wasting my life away Get off your knees Please, you have to help me This is not my true face If you could see my soul As I have seen my soul I could show it to you It's rotten

Paralyzed by my envy of the night I am lost without you here And outside it looks like rain For the last time, I bleed myself dry tonight And nothing I could ever write would help you understand this life There's so much beauty when your eyes lay lost in

Oh I didn't need to leave to stay right here Today I'll said goodbye! This is not my war This is not my fight This is something more This is not my life

'Cause I want this life for life, for life This life for life, for life This life for life, for life 'cause I want it for life And now I'm out here, feel like my year, got all my friends through I came from nothing, ain't that something, look what I've

Perfection is my direction, Even if that's all I had. It's not like I need no correction, I just know that life's not so bad. Picture this everyday kids that just can't find a way. Stuck in disarray can't find hope for better days. It's the degeneration

(We are) the anti-cancer (We are) the only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But what's inside of me, you'll never know (We are) bipolar gods (We are) you know what we are My life was always shit And I don't think I need this anymore

Dropped outta school now we dumb rich, dumb rich This sound like some forty-three-oh-one shit, one shit All my niggas wanna do is pop style, pop style Turn my birthday into a lifestyle, lifestyle Tell my mom I love her if I do not make it Got so many

Can you feel this? I'm dying to feel this I am the damaged one All my life and the damage done I am all, but what am I? Another number that isn't equal to any of you I control, but I comply Pick me apart, then pick up the pieces