[Verse 1]
King of misery, that's the title that's been given me
Believe me, never seen someone who can make the lyrics breathe
Quite like me, so effortless with every breath
That gets drawn into my lungs, gets filled with the blood
Of a broken heart seeking refuge in art
But can't find shelter, only feelings of failure
The allure of an easy life tortures me every night
In the back of my mind, finds company with my demons
Don't know how I still find warmth in a heart that's freezing
I need something to believe in, some kind of reason
That I'm worth the space I take up, searching with no luck
Illogic thoughts tell me I'm grounded with no purpose
A priceless, one-of-a-kind piece that's worthless
Since birth is a d**h sentence, why am I chasing perfection
Why do I despise my reflection, disapprove of my essence
More stresses than I could stress, I press on nevertheless
[Hook-Sade]
I'm drying everyone's tears
And there inside our private war
I died the night before
And all of these remnants of joy and disaster
What am I supposed to do
[Verse 2]
My addictions lack substance, meaning I'm not drugging
I'm addicted to this hopeless feeling, forever ready and willing
To bear another burden, give with no hope of returning
Reciprocation seems blatantly vacant, only trying escaping
In hopes I can conserve the positivity that I have left
Hoping that depression gets left off of the guest list
At least that could put me at ease, long enough maybe
To begin rebuilding a life that's been falling apart lately
From no closure to forclosure, seems like no hope for
A future outside of these Commerce City streets
Cuz pain and terror's the only constant in these dreams
There ain't never been a diamond formed without pressure
But all these driving forces might crush me beneath a lecture
And if ever I should die before I wake
I pray the lord my songs to take
Such a cesspool of secondary sickness
That nobody in their right mind ever even tried to listen
[Hook]
Thirty-two lines nothing to do with c**aine
That was thirty-two lines that were laced with pain
The Cobain of my time frame
Just me and myself playing torturous mind games
I spend every day just preparing for more hurt
But that mindset only makes pain worse
The only thing I accomplish is living inside a fallacy
Forgive me if I'm heartless, I left that on Newland Way