Probably in the worst spot than I ever was
No intention to get out of bed
Hurting myself everyday with my thoughts
Thinking I'd probably be better off shot
Never return to the places I walk
Hurt, that's all I am
But nobody gets it, I know I'm dismissive
And every second it's never the same
I'm always permitting some dumb shit
So maybe one day when I function
I hope that you come to the function
Cuz' I miss your face like all the time
And I miss the friends, I loved them
And I miss the sun, it's dark now
Face on ground, in the dark, they don't
Where will I go from here?
And how do I tell my friends I'm losing control?
When what I know appears