[Verse 1: shinobi]
Staring at the empty bootle wish I didn't finish it
Cause all these empty feelings ain't enough to fill the f**ing fifth
I grab my stick my head is split
Bend my wrist and cut my skin
The emp are crit, I must admit my mind is always in a twist
All these pills are takin' on the pain and getting to my f**ing brain
Blurried thoughts and endless days my breathing stops and so are they
The colour's strange and turn to grey, the shapes are doll, the minds get flamed
My happiness will fade away and all I feel is no faking
My hands 're shaking, my eyes 're so low
My life is sick, the cherry glow
My heart attacks for something more
These feelings 're fake among my soul