| Unzipped my wrists last night
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| And took my last breath of carbon dioxide
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| I wore my suit inside my car while I committed suicide
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| I drove down streets that we drove on
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| I left my blood on the doorknobs
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| Of the friends that I knocked on but were off
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| I don’t need answers shit, I’m better off dead
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| Writing on my casket like it was my fucking bed
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| Hartkop wanted life but Divva stabbed him in the neck
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| Heard he drops off tours cause he’s fucked up in the head
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| These fucking people understand the suffering I have
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| But pushing pushing pushing pushing till he finally breaks
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| I went and met the devil
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| He told me god still loved me and I finally found my place
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| The bargain was that Divva comes and takes my fucking place
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| It’s hard for me to say because I love to read and write
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| But Divva reads emotions when they are in your room at night
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| Watching in the corner of your room your parents fight
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| You wanna unzip
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| You wanna take flight
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| You wanna do drugs
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| You wanna make it right
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| So burn away the pain
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| To hell with the fame
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| Hartkop can’t play
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| Divva’s insane
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| I know that my pain is not like yours
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| I unzipped my wrists last night
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| Took my last breath of
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| I wore my suit inside my car as I committed suicide
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| I drove down streets that we drove on
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| I left my blood on the doorknobs
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| Of the the friends that I knocked on but were off
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| I don’t need answers shit, I’m better off dead
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| Writing on my casket like it was my fucking bed
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| Hartkop wanted life but Divva stabbed him in the neck
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| I heard he drops off tours cause he’s fucked up in the head
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| These fucking people understand the suffering I’ve had
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| But pushing pushing pushing pushing till he fucking breaks
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| I went and met the devil and he had the kindest face
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| He told me god still loved me and I finally found my place
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| The bargain was that Divva comes and takes my fucking place |