[Verse 1: Monoxide]
I'm feeling so cold and broken
I was hoping that somebody can maybe take a moment
To get me out of my hopeless state of mind, and I'm open
To almost anything 'cause the burden of what I'm holding
Is heavy like the crown of a hundred kings
So I keep bottling, and it seems not a thing can bother me
But the truth is I'm hoping to get through this
Medicine is useless, and I'm the living proof
Sick of being cooped up like a pigeon on a roof
Just wanna be alone, and no I don't have a clue
My anxiety picked me, I'm totally confused by it all
So is everybody elsе, I'm in a free fall
Help me break through, it's not too latе to
Many people focus on the things they can't lose
And I don't wanna do the same, we gotta weather it together
Or it's never gonna change or get better, man

[Chorus: Monoxide]
Seems like this storm cloud been following me
Just want to ignore it, but it's swallowing me
When it rains it pours and it comes with no apology
I'm not sure I can take it anymore
Can anybody get this feeling out of me?

[Verse 2: Young Wicked]
I'm used to the pain
So I don't need a thing, just get the fuck away from me
Unless you're sending me an angel
Something in my brain so gone, living painfully
I'm tryna find my way out of the dark
My mama's heart gon' break when she pray for me
I wonder when the world gon' change for me
I'm tired of this shit, I've been feeling sick
I've been like, uh, getting violent in this bitch
Hiding from the light, uhin the night is where I live
I can't get a grip, Vicodin and Tylenol again
There's a hole in my heart that I been climbin' in
Suicide hotline and I just dialed it
Told 'em, "Yeah, I been thinkin' about taking my life again
With a steak knife under my chin
Let a razor slide down my wrist
And I'ma bleed out
My life is like a prison and I need out
Psychiatric eval told me that I need help"
"Sir, I need you to take a deep breath and then breathe out"
"Make sure you tell my lady I love her after I peace out
'Cause nothing is helpin' the sufferin' I fell in
I'm stuck in this hell, it's the hand I was dealt in
So give me the bullet, a trigger to pull, or reason to stop
I hear the police on the block
I look at the gun, and I see a shot
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