Sketch the Conductor - The Tempo's 100
The tempo's 100 but I got 99 reasons why
I feel like I'm losing my mind, can't even sleep at night
I'm Dreaming of ceasing my, heartbeat, I need to try
I feel like I need to be happy, No wait I need to die
No wait I need to cry, No way I need to become a beacon I'm cleaning my mind
Using Keyboards and sighs
I feel like I really feel like I'm wishing I'd die
Cutting my wrists like I'm trynna play a string on a violin
My mental is violent, I'm hearing the sirens
I'm really trynna think for others, I know I'm mindless
But I don't wanna be the cause, devastation besides this
Who the hell do I tell when the devil is trying
I been to the churches but all their message is dying
I call up my friends, I pick up the phone and I'm dialing
It's ringing, but I'll wait, anxiety rising
I get their voicemail, but it's only been 5 rings
Whatever, Call the number from Logic, how nostalgic
This is the third I been calling, but they don't want this
Call so I'm bothering, how many calls does it take to be on a watch list
Ironic how I'm trynna use a sharpie to cover the pain
Numb with a permanent marker, so I think maybe it stays
Draw whatever the frick I feel like but I'm hoping it plays
A part in me saving my arm from my one of my razor blades
But what do I do when everyone's gone
When there's no other medication, I'm done with my song
And everyone's wrong
I really mean nothing to anyone
I really don't think that get it, Really do think I'm pathetic
Maybe the people around me just think that I been a headache
I'm trynna keep the evil within me, but I need a medic
How can I air out my head when I can't even vent it, this a lesson
God, Am I stretching out way too thin
Or is the blade of time cutting me just too big
Or Is depression that been talking got some truth in
Or I could be the devil spawn, like satan's one true kid
God or the Devil's, who's blood I must have
I'm running through heaven and hell but thank god I run fast
Fork in the road, I pay the toll but I jumped past
Forbidden knowledge stuck in my head, that's why I love craft
Sitting in depression, I'm stressin, it's now a habbit
Lay in bed so much that I made a print in the mattress
Shadow boxing me but I've never won any matches
I'm an open book, but my life is an open casket
The tempo's 100 but I got 99 reasons why
I feel like I'm losing my mind, can't even sleep at night
I'm Dreaming of ceasing my, heartbeat, I need to try
I feel like I need to be happy, No wait I need to die
No wait I need to cry, No way I need to become a beacon I'm cleaning my mind
Using Keyboards and sighs
I feel like I really feel like I'm wishing I'd die
Cutting my wrists like I'm trynna play a string on a violin
Written by:
NEY PATIN
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