I just can't take it anymore. I've got a gun in my mouth, with my head on the floor. I just can't take it anymore. I'm losing all of my friends, got nothing left to live for I sit alone and I can't help but think "why?" my f**ing friends have to die, all in the blink of an eye. Wishing that I could push these feelings aside, but I'm too f**ed up inside cause I just couldn't say bye. Dead friends, dead ends. It all begins to blend, and now I can't make amends. Now I'm just waiting for my sh**ty f**ing life to end. How did it come to this? Why don't you come and grant my motherf**ing d**h wish This fear of growing up has been wearing me thin, and I can't pretend that I'm comfortable in my own skin. I'd pray to god if he'd listen, but he's too busy with his children. So I run with the devil because he gets it. They say repent for your sins, but I'm too busy fitting in. Aren't you sick of fighting battles you can never win? I just can't take it anymore. I've got a gun in my mouth, with my head on the floor. I just can't take it anymore. I'm losing all of my friends, got nothing left to live for I don't give a damn what path I choose, they say it's easy to stray when you've got nothing to lose. I don't give a damn what path I choose, I'll f**ing take my own life. Yeah, what's it to you? The fear of growing up has worn me too thin, and I have never been so uncomfortable in my own skin. sh*tLIFE