the steps i take in this game aint great
my shadows are gray and i slowly drift away
cause the way i play there aint no change
on train called life and im about to brake
and make the last stop to take my break
be brave and just lay in mahh grave
stuck in a pit of selfpity i just drift
i try to split but i only find comfort in a spliff
got an empty list but sum insist i dont miss this
but i c no gift except a slit wrist
aint no shame in crying aint no shame in dying
the shame lies in fighting and surviving
when the feelings fade u open up a gate
and it lies no faith but its aint strange
that people seek death it seeks us it self
both sick and those with health we all need help