Tell me what you really know 'bout been so ♥♥♥♥♥♥ depressed
That you ain't left the house in months, assuming you're mentally done
I got a razor blade inside and I just silence my insanity
The voices in my mother ♥♥♥♥♥♥ head they keep on callin' me

No seriously, every time I wake up in the mother ♥♥♥♥♥♥' morning I am lookin' for the exit
Exit this, the testament, to rectify, supply but I would've never sufficed
I read a couple different words from the bible and decided with a ♥♥♥♥♥ believin' defeat is the purpose of livin'
Now let me give you my story the moment you give the feelin' I'm feelin' for real
Don't kill my angst
I can't be a mother ♥♥♥♥♥♥ that's giving you positive records to make 'em think that they really got a chance
When it's all down hill
I can tell ya how it is
♥♥♥♥ friends.