Текст песни Better Off Dead - Mass of Man , Masetti

Suicide on my mind am I better off dead
Pills on the desk I left a note on the bed
'Cause even I cry, sorry I'm stressed
I gotta confess, my life is a mess

I don't wanna live and I feel like death
Heart beating and it hurts my chest
Hard breathing so I take a breath
I inhale in try to make amends
Stuck in a cycle, might go psycho
Look in a mirror, I don't like to
I'm too fat and I might need lipo
I'm not perfect I'm just like you

Screwed up moods 'cause of mental health
Born to lose and I hate myself
Honestly speaking I'm sick of my life
Sick of the way that I feel every night
Music is soothing it's all that I got
But honestly not when you make it a job
That is the price that I pay to exist
Drowning in life and I can't really swim
Sink to the bottom 'cause nobody's there
Pick up the bottle 'cause nobody cares

Handful of pills; I know that it kills
I'm drifting away and I'm no longer scared
Deeper I go and I fill with despair
Pain and the scars that can't be repaired
Nobody told me that life would be fair
Sink to the bottom I'm comfortable there

Suicide on my mind am I better off dead
Pills on the desk I left a note on the bed
'Cause even I cry, sorry I'm stressed
I gotta confess, my life is a mess

I still get in these moods
Stuck in place but time moves
All I know is this anger
Where that go I can't choose
Could this be the paranoia
Keeping me trapped in my past ways
I cannot change when it's built deep
Leaving my hope in the ashtray

Lash away myself from the past
Who's in the mirror that I'm looking at?
I don't recognize that man, wonder will I rise again
Questions that I still have, but I go off on a tangent

God looking down like damn man
Tell me when you finally will understand that
Everything happens for a reason
You could've been dead but you still dreaming
But at the same time, you were still fiening
For a sense of love and pride like you ever seen it
They don't know that's gon' be pretty there's gon' be lows
One more place that we're afraid of but we wanna reach goals
Most of them will do it for the ego
But we gotta do it for the people
In pain

Suicide on my mind am I better off dead
Pills on the desk I left a note on the bed
'Cause even I cry, sorry I'm stressed
I gotta confess, my life is a mess