Channel: Zimm

Category: Music

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Description: 1-800-273-8255 is the suicide prevention number, people are always there to talk if you need someone don't hesitate to call. This song is about my struggles with mental illness and me venting about a lot of things that have been on my mind. I want to encourage you to seek professional help if you feel like you might need it don't be afraid to go, seriously it can make a difference. this song isn't for sale just on here and sound-cloud, thank you guys. All Of Zimm's Music, Merch, Concerts and More - zimmmusic.com Follow Zimm On Instagram - instagram.com/zimm Follow Zimm On Twitter - twitter.com/zimm015 LYRICS BELOW I don’t trust a single soul my whole life I been alone They don’t love me when Im here They gon love me when I’m gone On and on it’s been this road Fakes friends and fake hoes I don’t know how much I can take before I motherfucking go I wish I woulda died that night I tried to overdose I been suicidal lately trust me that I’m getting close Look my mama in the eyes and tell her I’ll be fine But I know that in her soul she knows that I’m just I’m lying You don’t understand the word alone, or how much that it resonates I swear that people fuck with me to see how much That I could take And I’ll bottle everything until I fucking start to break I swear I’m haunted still by all these demons that I never faced I’m sick and tired of acting like it’s gonna change And I know you feel the same You want me to lead the way I can’t lead you in the dark And I can’t tell you that it’s fine when I don’t feel it in my heart I just feel I’m gonna start Going back to the place that I hate With a shotgun in my hand a couple lines on a plate And I know it’s never gonna change it To be honest I thought that once I got famous I’d be happy that I made it Now I’m stressed as hell on top of everything I got people tryna use me for the money it would bring You don’t give a fuck at all about the shit that’s in my brain And I’m calling out for help you don’t care that I’m in pain I swear to God I’m getting closer to death This hole in my chest I think that I’m the only one left That gives a fuck about another person Got me tempted to sell my soul gimme the Pen and ima write in cursive nah fuck the devil cause I know him too well Trust my whole entire life that I been going through hell Now these kids say they feel me like they been knew Braille All I needs a fucking voice cause I got stories I to tell My paps abusive dad don’t want me I’m a nuisance As I student need improvement I failed twice they think I’m stupid Blame the drugs that I was doing I was zooted I was foolish But that high it made numb, Easier for me to run From the problems in my head I know ima end up dead Tell my mama that I love her and I’m sorry that I failed But I’m not really living if my life’s a living a hell x2 I don’t trust a single soul my whole life I been alone They don’t love me when Im here They gon love me when I’m gone On and on it’s been this road Fakes friends and fake hoes I don’t know how much that I can take before I fucking go I’m not a role model, I’m not a saint And I swear that all this money don’t make me happy like you think All my old friends left, I’m a loser anyway Every single girl I meet I try to motherfucking save Know they clown me for these songs, cool dude I hate me too I’m insecure as fuck I don’t know what I’ve been tryna prove I got talent but I waste it Every single night by myself I just get wasted Take a fifth and face it That doesn't help I’m still empty inside And I honestly think that no one cares I’m alive You would act like you do for a week when I die But after time passes it’s done with the lies For serious business inquires only - contact@zimmmusic.com