Scott Shifty - a reason to finally go through with it

Why's there still dirt on my face
Blood on the walls
Do anything to get out of this space
I mean
Why would do feel like architecture
See people pass by
Just a glance or nothing lesser
I think
The grief as of late, wanna hang like a painting
Cuz a blade to my thigh can't change how pressures inflating
And the canvas itself won't do any much changing
Cuz if it's really art
It'll last, my choice not swaying
A life for me's only half worth living
Give myself for other people
My soul is always at their bidding
To think I'm still here is a miracle
But I do it for my mom
Without her, my endings empirical
Only time in my life this mask ain't on my face
When you open the paper, obituary states my resting place
This isn't goodbye, it's just "in the next life"
Pour my guts on the piano after I take out the knife

Written by:
Quintin Sulkowski

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