| Suicidal like «who am I though?»
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| «I fucking hate you» that’s my newest motto
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| I could choose the change but I choose the bottle
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| If I fall asleep I’ll see a new tomorrow
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| Yeah
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| Cause you don’t feel the pain that I’ve been feeling inside
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| I’m fucking losing my mind
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| They’re lookin' at me like I shot the Sheriff
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| Cause I got too drunk and I’m not embarrassed
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| But I’ve been depressed and that’s not apparent
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| Unless I say it out loud, so they all can hear it
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| Yeah
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| And I don’t wanna seem like all I want is attention
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| You seem to think I’m pretendin'
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| Now all I see is these shards of glass
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| So I walk in the bar and I start a tab
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| I got a soft soul but a hardened past
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| Tell the waiter up front he can call my cab
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| I’m a hypocrite, an insomniac
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| I’m a piece of shit but I honor that
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| I got mental problems and it’s got me mad
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| But you seem to think that they aren’t as bad
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| As I think they are
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| What kind of Cole is that?
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| You don’t know what it’s like
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| You ain’t thought to ask
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| But you ain’t me and you never will be
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| The devil inside was sent to kill me
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| If you really care I expect the real thing
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| I feel like they won’t ever get the message
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| Will they?
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| It’s all good, I won’t get my hopes up
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| I’m drunk as fuck but I think I’m sober
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| I been all alone lately
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| Feel like I might go crazy
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| I must be the only one that feels this way
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| Lock up all the doors baby
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| Disconnect the phone baby
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| Block out all the noise and I might be okay
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| Just let me have my moment
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| I really need my moment
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| I gotta have my moment
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| I really need my moment
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| I need a moment of silence
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| I found a bottle back in grade seven
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| A young desperado, I had to make effort
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| My foot’s on the gas, not the break pedal
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| I just put on ice, so it tastes better, yeah
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| I guess I’m just confused 'cause I see all the potential
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| But lately I’m going mental (I don’t know what to do)
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| Who’d a thought that I’d get this nervous
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| The lifestyle I lead’s not picture perfect
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| They hear what I say but they miss the purpose
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| Pour the shot in my glass 'til I hits the surface
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| That hotter inside I should lift the curtains
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| But today I just feel like a different person
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| I keep tellin' myself that it isn’t urgent
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| If you dig what I’m sayin' you should feel my words then
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| It’s obvious to me that I’m the root of the issue
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| Don’t make me use it against you (Cause I will)
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| Cause when it back fire, it just disappear
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| I’m way too anxious, I live in fear
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| I see it from a far and it’s crystal clear
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| But know the objects closer than it appears
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| When I’m fucked up I feel okay
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| But the next morning there’s no way
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| That I could feel good and it’s so strange
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| So I do it all again 'till it go away
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| I don’t need friends, I got Jose
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| And this red cup and this O. J
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| It is what it is, it’ll take a while
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| So I shake these hands and I fake the smile |