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I wake up to the sound of screaming voices in my head
And I wish that I was still asleep, I wish that I was dead
I wish that I could leave this place and go back to the start
The only thing I’d leave behind a trail of broken hearts
I stutter and I stumble, while my head is still a mess
Am I broken, am I bitter, or am I fucking depressed
Can’t take the time, to make this fine, can I get this off my chest
Save your pity, save your tears, and save your fucking breath
I got a knife, I got a noose, I’ve got a loaded gun
A history of drug abuse, a life lived on the run
Suicidal tendencies, survival rate is none
The least that I can say, is at least I’m fucking FUN
Ahhh, am I falling in reverse? Choking on my words? Medicate me first
Ahhh, I can’t escape my fate, chasing an early grave, is anybody safe?
I wake up to the sound of screaming voices in my head
I thought that they were laid to rest, but they were playing dead
My momma tried to tell me, son, quit playing with your food
But the demons they don’t give a fuck, and they wanna play with you
I stutter and I stumble, while my mouth’s a loaded gun
They say that words can’t cut you down, with their teeth covered in blood
The knife is sharp, my mind is too, but what did you expect
And if you try to fuck with me, I’ll break your fucking neck
I’ve got some pills, I’ve got some booze, I play a mean guitar
A history of drug abuse, a life lived in a car
Suicidal tendencies, survival rate is moot
The least that I can say, is at least I’m fucking cute
the least that you can do is try to look the other way, because the silent stares they drag me down, don’t ask if I’m okay, if you don’t wanna hear an answer, if you don’t care, then just fuck off, because I told her what my plans were, then my momma called the cops.
You think it helps, to wish me well, to keep my locked, in padded cells
When every day, my demons rage, you make my life a living Hell
I try to post my fucking bail, I try to live my life in stealth
so you can’t pretend you give a fuck, about my mental health
Ahhh, am I falling in reverse? Choking on my words? Medicate me first
Ahhh, I can’t escape my fate, chasing an early grave, is anybody safe?
Lost as Found is a Canadian Indie Rock band from Winnipeg, MB.
Danna Pond is a singer-songwriter who
asks what is life, what is love, what's the point?
.
Purt Pickles is a TY Beanie Boo with a flute and a Heart of Gold.
Covering subjects such as mental health, addiction and suicide, Danna and Purt hope to shed light on what it is to find meaning in a world so beautiful and yet so broken....more
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