18, I'm Not Killing Myself

A person who thinks all the time

Has nothing to think about except thoughts

So, he loses touch with reality

Yeah

I give faith a taste via a thought

Furtive phase please I don't wanna talk

Murderous ways that kid raised wrong

Blood thirsty what a waste, the kid located away far where he belong

Too alone

Too deep into his dome

With no home

A kid with an overthinking thought extending too long

A bid of drinking bought bad mind sets to wrongs

Bringing the idea of God to his cortex just withdrawn

With his bong

I'm sorry old me I lost my soul when crawling for you in the lawn

My life is gone

The whole thing is gone

I used to think when I turn 18 the whole thing is gonna be gone

Yeah

Odd face difficult to commit when heart stale

Odd taste hard to speak when the trachea fail

Can't speak, swallow those words your hearts frail

Hide in private to weap your life down not meant to walk trails

And your lady probably dislike you in secret, her love a tale

Live or tell

How you supposed to tell your friend's on your last limb you fell

I hit a bottom so I resort to break things off, hard to smell

This love between us taking strains it's painful to dwell

Put my foot down today don't ring that bell

I'm hopping off that parking garage my life to sell

Been debating for months on end my brain entrapped in a cell

And I can't relay this in person but my loved ones I dream to excel

My dad relays his disappointment too often my life to repel

Repays missing appointments I promise everyone listening my mental ain't well

My life is gone

The whole thing is gone