I get this problem in my head with no solution and my troubled mind wants me dead

Some they may hate me some are friends I got no time to kill and f**k around and sit in my %#@!





Where do I begin

Something's got to give





It's a lie, or the truth?

Protect us from our youth


It's a sign, what to do?


I should get away, get away from you




I'm trying to find out who I am with no illustions and my color-coated canvas is all red


I want to know just how it ends I want to know because

I never want to wind up here again





Mother Mary I am dying, it f**king hurts and I don't want to wind up dead

My heart bleeds I can't stop crying I'm out of words, locked up in the prison in my head


I got this problem in my head with no solution and my troulbed mind wants me dead




Imminent f**king bail out!!!