War Field

My next check go to my Rent I'm filling all these money Orders and press Sent Looks like all my money Just up and went Ain't that some shit Because I work like a bitch I get sad if you don't say Bless you when I sneeze When I'm sad all I do is Smoke me some weed But I'm down and alone When There's no one else To smoke all I feel is that I Might choke On the pressure of the World and the silence of My girl I can't deal with the way She up and left me in a Whirl I'm depressed and I'm Stressed I ain't feeling my Best and I'm damn sure Feeling suicidal I confess My mind is a war field Battling scars I'm broken and I'm beaten Down but I am too hard To punk out like a little Bitch I'm trying to go far Give me some support While I shuffle my cards Tell me that you love me That I'm nothing like the Rest That all you want to do is See me living my best Life with you by my side I Know I can't stress This enough that I want You baby don't want Nothing less I'm empty when you're Gone and there's nothing You can say To get me out my mind And how I'm feeling that Way All I do is sit and wait and Watch and count the days Till you come back to me For good I hope you will Stay