Every night all I do is write and cry now
Every night all I do is write and cry now
Every night all I do is write and cry now
Every night all I do is write and cry now

All the controversies surround my head
But I do wonder if I'm better off dead
But I do wonder what to do if you see me in my bed
With a knife in my head, sheets are red
Wait, every time we talk about the subject
You'd always say that it's hard to digest
And we'd have to go and erase the progress
But you still use me like an object

You say I'm a nobody, why you hitting up my phone?
Try to escape, but I'm stuck inside the zone
Talking shit, and you say that it's banter
But every time I ask why, there's no answer
All of the arguments that we debate
We had to end it all, cause that is fake
Cause all I want to see is a smile on you face
But that shit was pitiful, and it had to go to waste