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My name is....GRiMM
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Peak #1,308
Peak in subgenre #614
Author
GRiMM
Uploaded
September 21, 2004
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
(verse 1)
I cant, take it anymore I'm growin too sick
Too quick for me to grow up I know it's a trick
I cant, keep on just pushin till I blow out a vein
Cuz if I do then Ima go out and just blow out my brain
But I cant, cant do anything and no one'll get
Me for a second, seconds wrecked when I'm alone in a pit
I give up, I can feel the cold spreading again
It doesn't matter, fuck the medicine, its headed to end
In every letter written Ima lose my head in again
I better let em know Ill never grow to better again
And I cant pinpoint it, I cant even figure it out
Im too insidious, I'm sick of always giving in doubt
Inviting death, that's why Im grimm Im filled wit grief a day
A happy ending is just a bottle of pills away
I'll leave a note a seek a road that's deep enough for me to go
And even though its free to know that suicide don't need a show
(hook)
and I know it or not, and I throw it away
and I know it's a plot, but I go anyway
and Im tied in a knot, like I'd move anyway
so I stay and nurse my wounded openings
(verse 2)
See I'm growing lonely holding only my own alone
But only solely going inches cold and foldin at bones
Its how it goes its how it is, I will die in the trenches
Life just singes me I fix it cuz its cold in a home
Im hating everything, I hate the lsd that I'm on
I hate my lyrics, hate my songs, and hate the beat that I'm on
I'm sick of smoking O's and no one's knows I'm blown alone
And no, there's no fix it man for a broken home
pissed off, pain, its showin man I need another knife
pissed off, pain, its growin I cant even fuckin write
u need to step into my shoes, take a walk or a jog
and get lost in the fog that'll haunt in my socks
see I thought I was wrong but I'm docked in the smog
take my first impression, I don't need a second interview
I'm just abused, never broke an arm but a broken dream
Broken heart, what hurts worse, wounded openings
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