$uicideboy$ Were Better In 2015 Paroles

Sold out gallows, my mind so harrow
From tragic backwards trouble
Waking up, I trip, pop off of my meds
Toes deep in narcotics
Window shopping for my father's problems
Do you have some options?
My hand numb from gripping the pistol
Trigger finger careless
My heart out to my girl
I know that loving me's a challenge

Garbage what I'm spewing
Sluggish how I'm moving
Dope is what I'm choosing
If you ask me how I'm doing
I'll be cruising, coasting, using, dosing
Just don't overdo it, hoping I don't fucking lose it
Rope in hand I tied the noose, it's open
Another night i blacked out
Lying on the bathroom floor I'm tryna ignore that words and things about me
Desolate, narrate the fact that I miss my own self

I feel like I hit rock-bottom, and another trap door opened and I plunged further into despair
God only gives us as much suffering as we can endure
I mean, pile us on the ship to see if we'll break? Why?
To test our faith, and to make us appreciate the good that we do have
Well, forgive me for saying so, reverend, but God is a sick fuck