$uicideboy$ Were Better In 2015

Still here boasting my emotions Now coping while fucking dopeless Let the dope hit, breathe in slowly Look, maybe I'll show you hopeless Load the ammo Scarecrow, no shadow, bloody piano Sold out gallows, my mind so harrow From tragic backwards trouble Waking up, I trip, pop off of my meds Toes deep in narcotics Window shopping for my father's problems Do you have some options? My hand numb from gripping the pistol Trigger finger careless My heart out to my girl I know that loving me's a challenge Garbage, what I'm 'em spewing Sluggish, how I'm moving Dope is what I'm choosing If you ask me how I'm doing I'll be cruising, coasting, using, dosing Just don't overdo it, hoping I don't fucking lose it Rope in hand, I tied the noose, it's open Another night, blacked out Lying on the bathroom floor I ain't gon' back out, I ain't gonna lash out I guarantee I'll have some more I'll run off into the void head first They tried to avoid said thirst, I'm tryna enjoy Said words, things about me Desolate, narrate the fact that I miss my own self I feel like I've hit rock bottom and another trap door opens And I plunge further into despair God only gives us as much suffering as we can endure You mean He piles on the shit to see if we'll break? Why? To test our faith and to make us appreciate the good that we do have Well, forgive me for saying so, Reverend, but God is a sick fuck --- $uicideboy$ Were Better In 2015 - $uicideBoy$