I dont need to fabricate something to believe in
If you dont believe it you should probably leave it
Hundred one reasons why you think youre right
Youre just scared of a contact in life
We’ve been lost but we dont care
Does it really matter? now everything we talk and touch
Placing all my thoughts around, is this the product?
Breathe in let go sinking so low
See where shine gold seasons cut throat
Growing up its the life of the suicide Looking at the sky asking god if im doing fine
Writing out my dream should i try its a homicide Its another day looking down at my body i
Take away my heart for today Take away my soul separate all these signs that consist in my head
Im the snake with my skin that i shed Lay me down to the porch and im dead
Its the life of the suicide looking at the sky asking god if im doing fine
Am i doing fine? Am i doing fine now?
I dont need to fabricate something to believe in
If you dont believe it you should probably leave it
Hundred one reasons why you think youre right
Youre just scared of a contact in life
We’ve been lost but we dont care