Forest
[Verse]
Down the narrow path, of a demon
That wants to beef with me, and bring me back to past
Shit that I don't wanna think about
Always coming back to me, boomerang intact
And I still reminisce, with that pack of hash
What am I supposed to plaster back?
Shit that feared, that part of me that had me trapped
Still had me in a fucking headlock, conscious is only black
Like I'm stuck in a ditch, but this bitch kid wanna pick
And say I'm a dick, and a prick, cause I didn't do his shit
The ocean is where my head is dumped
I can't breath for shit, that's from the grief
I have recently, this anxiety will be the death of me
One tough act, is bullshit compared to a man with more tricks
The kid, sad cause he missed Christmas, and other people
Picked on him cause of the shit
Frantic, when I hear the door knock
Thinking it was a shadow in the dark
But it's my mom, walking in the door
Saying dinner was done, am I fucked?
I don't know, my thoughts, are baseballs
That are caught and saved, like it had a signature on it
It's the Devil, waiting upon me to pawn me
Been out my mind a lot, it's gone to other place
I'm just a fat fuck, with a body, and no brains
Birthed but still feel like I'm missing some shit
I bet when I'm 26, I'll pop an oxy
To kill me slow, cause I'm tired of this shit
If I die, I'll be glad, like my friends would want
Shit, I need to stop thinking negative
My dad call that being a punk
Haven't been outside my room, or the outside
I feel broke in my heart, dark, fucked up
I'm not mental, I just loose my temper a lot
Mourn the depression, and the thoughts
That brought upon the recession
I'll hide in the forest, to get rid of the mess
And of the depressed adolescent
Down the narrow path, of a demon
That wants to beef with me, and bring me back to past
Shit that I don't wanna think about
Always coming back to me, boomerang intact
And I still reminisce, with that pack of hash
What am I supposed to plaster back?
Shit that feared, that part of me that had me trapped
Still had me in a fucking headlock, conscious is only black
Like I'm stuck in a ditch, but this bitch kid wanna pick
And say I'm a dick, and a prick, cause I didn't do his shit
The ocean is where my head is dumped
I can't breath for shit, that's from the grief
I have recently, this anxiety will be the death of me
One tough act, is bullshit compared to a man with more tricks
The kid, sad cause he missed Christmas, and other people
Picked on him cause of the shit
Frantic, when I hear the door knock
Thinking it was a shadow in the dark
But it's my mom, walking in the door
Saying dinner was done, am I fucked?
I don't know, my thoughts, are baseballs
That are caught and saved, like it had a signature on it
It's the Devil, waiting upon me to pawn me
Been out my mind a lot, it's gone to other place
I'm just a fat fuck, with a body, and no brains
Birthed but still feel like I'm missing some shit
I bet when I'm 26, I'll pop an oxy
To kill me slow, cause I'm tired of this shit
If I die, I'll be glad, like my friends would want
Shit, I need to stop thinking negative
My dad call that being a punk
Haven't been outside my room, or the outside
I feel broke in my heart, dark, fucked up
I'm not mental, I just loose my temper a lot
Mourn the depression, and the thoughts
That brought upon the recession
I'll hide in the forest, to get rid of the mess
And of the depressed adolescent