Sick of Saying (Red Version)

Sick I'm about to implode explode Go boom and die Why suicide on my mind End my life Gun or a knife End this strife Just sucks no luck Just stuck so what Gunna lose everything either way Tried to believe it would be ok But was it ever ok Depression This obsession No life lesson For instance This existence No more resistance What is left What do we have Where does it go So sick of saying I don't I don't know Just about to curl up into a ball Flat to a wall that stands tall As the wrecking ball hits and falls Crumbles down to the ground Just sucks no luck Just stuck so what Gunna lose everything either way Tried to believe it would be ok But was it ever ok Depression This obsession No life lesson For instance This existence No more resistance What is left What do we have Where does it go So sick of saying I don't I don't know I don't I don't know This stress One cigarette less Flick the ashes away Drop them into the ashtray As they burn and fall away I say I don't know Because my mind is about to go Up in Flames This Stress Up in flames Depression This obsession No life lesson For instance This existence No more resistance What is left What do we have Where does it go So sick of saying