Sick of Saying (Red Version)

Sick

I'm about to implode explode

Go boom and die

Why suicide on my mind

End my life

Gun or a knife

End this strife

Just sucks no luck

Just stuck so what

Gunna lose everything either way

Tried to believe it would be ok

But was it ever ok

Depression

This obsession

No life lesson

For instance

This existence

No more resistance

What is left

What do we have

Where does it go

So sick of saying

I don't

I don't know

Just about to curl up into a ball

Flat to a wall that stands tall

As the wrecking ball hits and falls

Crumbles down to the ground

Just sucks no luck

Just stuck so what

Gunna lose everything either way

Tried to believe it would be ok

But was it ever ok

Depression

This obsession

No life lesson

For instance

This existence

No more resistance

What is left

What do we have

Where does it go

So sick of saying

I don't

I don't know

I don't

I don't know

This stress

One cigarette less

Flick the ashes away

Drop them into the ashtray

As they burn and fall away

I say I don't know

Because my mind is about to go

Up in

Flames

This Stress

Up in flames

Depression

This obsession

No life lesson

For instance

This existence

No more resistance

What is left

What do we have

Where does it go

So sick of saying