R.I.P.
Maybe things never get better and you just get used to it
Maybe things never change and you just live through it.
Maybe I don’t know the difference between my left and and my right like you do
Maybe it’s okay but I swear this is voodoo.
I’ve been doing well for a while
But these times are making it tough.
I’ve been doing well for a while
But don’t tell them I’ve been making it rough.
Maybe things never get better and you just get tired
Maybe I’ve finally figured out violence is silence
Maybe it’s all in my head
And I’m finally dead.
