Everyone I've met so far tells me that I snap easy. Mood swings, Your crazy, What the fuck is wrong with you. Reality is, I snap easy because the whole world fucks with me. I used to let shit pass, play it cool and relax. Now I shake, under pressure, Stressing about someone else's bullshit. Never got time to think of my own, Slowly my life fell apart. Missing pieces grew larger and my mind seems to die slow. I admit I'm fucked up, But you got to understand that I don't give a fuck no more. Sick of talking, I just wan't to get it over with. Understand this, You can tell me how fucked up I am, But I have never asked any of you to stay in my life. You don't want it, I'm out.
