[Verse 1]
The darkest thoughts are huntin' me
I rather slit my fuckin' wrist than kill you,bitch
When you do wrong,that's how I feel
Cause if I'll end your fuckin' life
Than how could I feel alive?
Wait,I don't really wanna live
So I'll kill you than kill myself,wait
The darkest thoughts are huntin' me
I rather pop a xan and chill
You said that shit,when you was mad
I did that shit when I felt
It could be right

[Chorus]
I'm running out of the opportunities
I wonder now,how could it be
I wish to keep the little purity
But the satan's huntin' right all over me
I'm running out of the opportunities
I wonder now,how could it be
I wish to keep the little purity
But the satan's huntin' right all over me

[Verse 2]
I'm so sick of feelin' sick
And I'm sick of everything
Or sick of feelin' everything
I'm so sick of feelin' things
I'm so sick of feelin'
Sick of livin'
Sick of -'
'bout things gettin' lil' better
Sick of cindarella bitch
Sick of tellin' the same things,ugh!
[Chorus]
I'm running out of the opportunities
I wonder now,how could it be
I wish to keep the little purity
But the satan's huntin' right all over me
I'm running out of the opportunities
I wonder now,how could it be
I wish to keep the little purity
But the satan's huntin' right all over me