[Verse 1]
Lately I been feeling unlovable
I just wanna broad that look just like Denise Huxtable;
I just want the feeling of being an invisible being who no one can see and can leave without anyone noticing

Wanna bring
The sweet release of death to my life, like my wrist to a knife, or something like a shotgun suicide

I won’t abide
If death decides to take my life today
Minimum wage feels like slavery and besides I’m living fake
For heavens sake, or hell’s, or whatever the fuck you make it
I been tired of living lonely when I should be fornicating

My brain's a slave to hatred, especially for myself, and if I look above me depression is top shelf
And if I look below me all that I can see is hell
I look in all the places but I cannot find the help
I cannot find the friends, I cannot find the wealth
When I look in the mirror all I see’s a waste of flesh

Been waiting on you death but you keep leaving me on read
I been contemplating on doing it by myself, swimming into the depths, pressure of the ocean I can feel myself drowning while, everyone is else floating, I’m sleeping with fishes, god I wish I was with it, but listen

My skin ain’t brand new, been living in it for a minute and that much is true
I hate the features of my face when I’m looking into the mirror, I just wanna see a little clearer