MIGHT OFF MYSELF FOR 2017

Love is not kisses, hugs, sharing fucking drugs
Presents on your birthday, pictures of making love
It’s dedication, trust and patience and compromise
Now do or die, ultimatums for you and I
I feel the vibe between us fading and I fucking hate it
I cut myself constantly I hate myself for creating

Pain within your heart and I’m thinking
This pistol's tempting to scream it out
To my demons get even within yourself
She’s crying she needs your help
And you’re selfish think ‘bout yourself
All these problems created
Extended from hate with self
And I hope that you wouldn’t leave

But the patience that you would need
Is the patience of several gods
Hanging on to my selfish please
And I’m sorry, you deserve better
I wanted more for you, you hanging on
You being strong and I want more for you
As long as you won’t, leave me in the end
We both can still pretend
That this life we live in is worth it I promise