Death Is All I Think About کے بول

Worries turning joys to doubt Death is all I think about I've watched my days turn gray I still think of the future, but in a different way Torn heart, soul split up in pieces No thoughts but a death wish I'm fucking obsessed with no fucking rest Asendin and Desyrel don't fucking work, it feels like hell I guess I'll rot Worries turning joys to doubt Death is all I think about (think about) I've watched my days turn gray I still think of the future, but in a different way I know this won't fade away The problem I can't solve in any way Imagining the impact Is this bridge too low? Will I fall hard enough? I need to know Imagining the impact Is this bridge too low? If I fall hard enough Mom needs to know why (I can't do this anymore) It's all a tragedy from start to finish So fucking drown it down with pints and spirits 3 am and the crowd goes home I'm venting vomit fucking crying all alone Worries turning joys to doubt Death is all I think about I've watched my days turn gray I still think of the future, but in a different way I'm fucking obsessed with no fucking rest Asendin and Desyrel don't fucking work, it feels like hell