LYRIC FOR SALE

By Matias M

God and I never got along
we couldn't even stand each other,
when the devil grants me a wish
God takes it away from me.
That goes from the very beginning.
I was born the prettiest dark angel
but Suicide became my best friend.
I was kicked out of la-la-land
I started losing sleep.
That's only the first chapter.

Always thought I was meant to be a star
if only I hadn't chosen suicide
I'd have run the world, best of them all
I wouldn't be asking for more.

Look, I've screwed it all up again
I'm trying to breathe but it's too late
it's 3 a.m. and I'm still up.
Sleeping pills and cigarettes.
Look, it's the same walk of shame
looking pretty, feeling lonely
and when there's no obvious way to go,
sleeping pills and cigarretes.

My skin is getting drier,
can't recall when I ate last.
Yeah, I'm a complete mess.
No, I don't intend to break the habit.
All that's left is forlorn hope.
I used to be a dreamer
till Suicide sweet talked to my ears.
We laughed along and watched Netflix
then we got physically involved
and it sucked then I was left alone.

Always thought I was meant to be happy
but that shit wasn't never planned for me.
If only I had noticed it when I was young
I wouldn't have screwed around that much.