Why Me Why Me
 

why me why me my life is filled wit rage
under the gun filthy spilling my heart on this page
but fuck it this'll get slept on anyway
ignored till i removed my soul publicly after i split my rib cage
pissed perturbed disturbed outta my gourd
i got my finger on the trigger pointing this shit at the lord
privately i'm rotting from out to in
having bouts of alcholic draughts i'm kinda enjoying this life of sin
sucidal thoughts warded off by my pad and pen
still revel in blood-letting let the wrist slitting begin

why oh why can't i seem to
extinguish my life when i mean to
why oh why do i keep living this life
if could die in my sleep would i

why me why me the pressures getting to much
heat under my skull is to hot to touch
basically what i'm saying is i don't give a fuck
wit luck this next cut could end up being enough
life is tough and my shell is getting soft and tender
116 degrees and i'm shivering like i'm in the middle of december
the heart of this sinner is colder than that of winter
i tired to look inside to discover my center
hoping to render dead whatever mistakenly enters

why oh why can't i seem to
extinguish my life when i mean to
why oh why do i keep living this life
if could die in my sleep would i

why me why me will this shit be over hate to sound redundant
but this fucked up life is utterly repugnant
i've been stuck on neutral cruising to the edge of the void
hoping to avoid the noise the devil obviously deployed
toyed wit played wit chased kicked bruised and beaten
by the world in general swallowed up and eaten
so each evening i sit and ponder my role and uses
knowing really that this exercise is fruitless
useless the process left me confused and clueless
life ain't a bitch shit it's damn near ruthless

why oh why can't i seem to
extinguish my life when i mean to
why oh why do i keep living this life
if could die in my sleep would i

why me why me did i get chosen to lose
born to brood without the tools to overcome this ruse
nope check the news the bad guy wins this time
the end of the rhyme signs off the end of my life
by ya'll see ya on tha otha side
but who am i to think ya'll care if i died

why oh why can't i seem to
extinguish my life when i mean to
why oh why do i keep living this life
if could die in my sleep would i

tight drop... work on the vocab tho

^^^^^^^^^^wurd

good verse...why me why me the pressures getting to much
heat under my skull is to hot to touch liked tht peace bucko