$liM HiLL - The Garden

Call a couple bitches just so I'm not rotting all alone
Cling to anybody say they love me make me feel at home
Load the chrome
Problematic junkie never let it show
7 years inside the mask
Like I was dead and sent a clone
Call me sick
Call me a fucking junky
I Don't give a fuck
All you fuckers picture perfect lives to me look kinda fucked
Leave me cut
Leave me laying in the dust
Smoking a blunt
laced with attitude and greed
Some ecstasy
With bits of lust
Fuck a bitch
I strap my feet to bricks and jump into the river
Everything I shouldn't have sure seems to shine like fucking glitter
Temptation fly at me like it's bullets
How could I consider
Pull the trigger on that fucking idiot in my fucking mirror

Hear them shackles pulled behind me as they drag the ground
Chained to obligation
My creation gotta hold it down
Keep the tradition
Cause I can't shoot my way up out of this one
Shoot me up and fuck some bitch
And throw the blame on my addiction
Fuck this whole entire galaxy and everybody in it
I wish I could press a button and start back from the beginning
Fucking winning ain't so fitting
I can't have it all
How do I face the fucking saw
When I can't even face withdrawal
Man I can't even face the fact that all this shits my own damn fault
Some days I feel like I'm Jesus
Other days I feel a fraud
Maybe I should grab a gun and taste a round to end it all
For now I'll stick to steps
Work on myself
And finally face it all
Raise all my mistakes
Disgusting traits
And just embrace it all
Quit the fucking bitching wipe the tears
And fucking shake it off

Written by:
Tyler Hill

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