Lyrics American Tragedy - Lønely Juan

I sold my soul like DMX
A young legend like tripple X
I fucking hate my past it'll haunt me until my death
We keep losing all our legends, nobody to represent
All the anger and feelings we felt since we were little kids, yuh

I was always that weird kid that was alone
Talking to myself or talking to an invisible ghost
I don't want you close to me, I just want you to go
Everytime I build a bond it's always getting fucking broke

But I guess that's my fault cause I'm a mess
No one wants to be around me, guess I get the fucking hints
I got these voices in my head telling me different shit
All I wanna do is end my life, but I guess I'll stay a bit

Chances, chances, chances
But how many left
Chances, chances, chances, Chances
Until I am laid to rest
Relieved of this pain
Rope around my neck
Im on another plane, the plane of the dead
All that fucking violence plays in my head

The mental abuse
There is no excuse for how I was used
They will try to justify shit that they do
They treat you like shit so you grabbing a tool

Fantasizing about how you gone run up
All them years you was told just to shut up
All that anger begging for a release
Now there's a massacre all on tv
Tragic

American Tragedy