35-w bridge collapse

i'm collapsin, i think i'm relapsing

try & smoke some weed, i'm relaxing.

you got me stressin, i'm buggin out

wish i could say it was all your fault.

i'm caught in the middle,

my conscious is eating away at me, & gettin fatter every day

i choke up & curse, cause i don't know what else to say

all this anxiety is turning my hair gray

my heart is what you keep, my soul is what you reap.

i dug my grave now let me lay in it & go to sleep

 

you got me in a grave yard, you're so haunting.

 

Done