Music
• Written by xxxSpace
Most people would say music is the cure for anything
Been listening to that first beat since I was breastfeeding
Now I look at my wrists and I’m bleeding, music isn’t the cure for me
I asked for your love but you just gave me a shove
Spit in my face and now I’m dying in this place
Grace, you were my everything, my love, my life, coulda been my wife
Now I’m sitting here cryin and listenin to Phil Collins
Yeah, I could feel it callin in the air
Bitch you don’t love me, you wasn’t there, you didn’t even fuckin care!
I went to that fire because that’s where my desire for you burned brighter
Went home that same night and took out my favorite knife
You always did say I was a good artist
I’m gonna ignore my conscious with some music and slit my wrists