Run Along
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Most days I spend tripping and I don't know what to do
Is this the life I wanted? Most days I find I'm confused
Could you help me get through this?
All the pain that I live with
Most days I find I'm running from the fact that I miss you
To run along, to run along, to run along, to run along
My life's fucked up it's no party
Get high, die young like Chris Farley
Ball out to the fallout hardly
Look at all the hate that surrounds me
And my intentions good
Tut these hoes treat me like firewood and burn me
And I wish I could
Turn back time, I'd leave her in a hurry
All the stress I invested to find out I've never learn my lesson
I'm in love with my own depression
Am I suicide note, that's a heavy ass question
Yes! Can't get this pain off my chest
This OCD is gonna lay me to rest
Bet, the state of the hate I project
Retain all the fame and regret
It leads to my death
You broke me down and never build me up
The worst part is you never gave a fuck
Giving up on anyone I could ever trust
Wanna buy a gun and let the fucker bust
Blow your brains out the back of your head
I'll laugh when you're dead, paint your place red
(Bitch, you get no love!!)
I'm attracted to death and my life is a mess
All because of you cunt (I'm giving life up)
Most days I spend tripping and I don't know what to do
Is this the life I wanted? Most days I find I'm confused
Could you help me get through this?
All the pain that I live with
Most days I find I'm running from the fact that I miss you
To run along, to run along, to run along, to run along
I tend to hate this all
I can never understand why I fall
Fed up with this world
I need you now
Words are bought for anything
Why do I crawl?
I wish you understood the pain I go through
I wish you knew how much you meant to me
I'm so empty I can't face the day now
I break down from these constant memories
I pray to God that he hears me I need this
I'm so distant and losing energy
I'm a lost soul searching for a purpose
But all I ever seem to find is enemies
Most days I spend tripping and I don't know what to do
Is this the life I wanted? Most days I find I'm confused
Could you help me get through this?
All the pain that I live with
Most days I find I'm running from the fact that I miss you
To run along, to run along, to run along, to run along