It's simple really...I pick up my guitar, spill my guts and soul into a song i create on acoustic guitar, I pick up my phone, record it, and post it...these son
So sick and tired of the bullshit im fed, by so called people that call me a friend, i heard some shit you wont say to my face, cause youre pathetic, youre weak, just in case
If i see you again that will be your last mistake
Deny your words were the devils next to make,
I close my fists then throw them at your face
Right down you fall, you crawl so someone helps you
So sick and tired of the lies that i hear, sure heres some money, buy dope, re- appear, trust is hard earned every instance you keep, echoes of anger they wont let me sleep
If i see you again, that will be your last mistake
Deny your words, were the devils next to make
I close my fists, then throw them at your face
Right down you fall, you crawl so someone helps you
You make me sick, yes im coming for blood to flood the ground,
Then just maybe youll think twice and turn the fuck around
Before you lay a hand on her, ill find it all out
God wont help you, ill break you down until all of you is broken
So sick and tired of the pain in her voice, so sick of how she just dont have a choice, cuz he tells her if she leaves he will take, his life and her life but make no mistake
Before he strikes again, ill be right in his face
I'll be the means, to his fast approaching end
Never again will she fear feeling so helpless
