Tate's Timeless Takes

I’m better off dead
Put a gun to my head
The things unsaid
You don’t wanna hear anyway
I’m useless to you
I’m useless to me
I’m a universe of misery
And depression was the key
To a whole new world
To spread the apathy disease
The words in my mind
Are no longer inside
Projections and visions are saying
I should have read all the signs
Or expressions on their faces
I should have protected what’s mine
Protected my time
Protected my mind
I’m robbed and I’m wasted
Broken time after time
Chained to my coffin
The dead commit no crime
Champions of failure
Call it gods design
But I’m running out of money
And sometimes I suck with my rhymes
Might as well just do it
Kill me off. Help me die.
Help me escape.
From the devil inside.