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I dug deep into my life to see if it had any purpose//
But then I realized that I was totally worthless//
people jumping around thinking that life is some damn circus//
I wanted to take my life but thought am I really worth this//
this life sucks but I don’t haft to say you should know it by now// 18 vers
i try to solve life’s riddles but then I ask myself how// 8 ref
it is impossible to explain what goes on in my brain//
but one word describes it pretty good and that word is pain//
but hey no pain no gain is better for me to start dealing cocaine//
I wanna cut my vein but then I realized that life might change Lane//
I wanna die but that would lead no were but straight to hell//
I wanna go to heaven but im meaningless and im fucked as well//
but now here it is im finally coming out of my shell//
all 13 years of my life has been a conflict with myself//
I try to hide my issues and my whole life behind my music//
I got the power to rhyme good but I just can’t use it//
Try to understand you cant change me no matter how hard you try//
now im finally doing something but still my life is a lie//
I don’t know what might interest you//
I wanna express me not impress you//
I don’t wanna be sad but this world leaves me no choice//
The only thing I can to on this mic is make some noise//
you might be >Frightened by my strange and inevitable disorder//
But somehow it feels like time gets shorter//
Don’t pretend to understand my life//
some times I wanna cut my Wrists with a knife//
some times I wake up at night//
Having the feeling I wanna write//
so I do it again and again and again and again//
until my hand is INSEPARABLE from my pen//
it is the sick mind of a guy called AvM//
and in case that I might bother you just tell me//
then I’ll grab a knife and fuckin split you’re belly//
It feels like my last relationship left a big hole in my head//
the amount of people I’ve hurt.. I would be better of dead//
some people say im to kind and that I’ll just end up hurt//
just because of that people treat me like dirt//
now you know my issues and you better be aware//
but if I ask you to think please don’t give me a blank Stare//
I have some sort of anxious anxiety//
you see I am a product of this fucked up society//
what ever you’re thinking im not your average pop singer//
im more like a mixture of Eyedea and the hell bringer/