Confession
I have a confession.
I slit my wrist from depression.
because of this profession of drugs and smoking and drinking.
I'm Trying to take hold on to something, but
I know I've lost control know matter what
I can do I have messed my life up no matter what
I do once addicted all ways addicted
I can't get help I think to my self why why did
I have to take that first puff first drink why did
I mess my life up just to be cool
I guess you could say
I have a confession from this depression.
I slit my wrist from depression.
because of this profession of drugs and smoking and drinking.
I'm Trying to take hold on to something, but
I know I've lost control know matter what
I can do I have messed my life up no matter what
I do once addicted all ways addicted
I can't get help I think to my self why why did
I have to take that first puff first drink why did
I mess my life up just to be cool
I guess you could say
I have a confession from this depression.
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