Category : Songs

Sub Category : Rap

The oxygen i breathe is poison 
i guess i take a heave
Hide away in my room in avoidance
Idk wut the point is 
I guess the fog is rollin in 
Self harm is always seen as sin
I guess it all comes from within
Hide the blades, no temptation
Pain is felt, as addiction
see my vein, wanna cut in 
Long sleeve shirt, hides all my sin
As said, this just floods within