oh are you bipolar one or two? ®️

I’ll grab the gun my stepdad gave to me On my birthday when I turned 16 I’ll lay a note right next to me that says Give all my things to my little brother Give all my cash to my mother Tell Heather I loved her I’ll tell Amy to buy a home down the road from Cypress Grove And I know, y’all don’t want me to go But I must go And I’ll tell Ray to buy a car Please know, you’ll always be in my heart Even when my conscious self departs You did your job And to Chris, I hope you’re smiling ‘Cause y’all kept the boy from dying for almost a decade Man, fuck what my friends say One twitch of the finger, fuck around, and I’m dead weight Don’t believe what the press says, I did this for me And no one else in the best way To all of my friends, know I wish you the best And that when you say my name, say that shit with your chest And I think I should be clear I don’t want I don’t wanna be here With people that, that I didn’t know last year At fucking all You don’t want be here when I blow my top off Girl, I don’t want be here at all At all, at all, at all I’ll put the metal to skin and I’ll go off on a whim and say That I don’t want be here at fucking all I wonder if tomorrow would’ve been better In all honesty, it don’t even matter at all ‘Cause it bends, it breaks, it falls And I’m here right now So just hear me out, know I let you down But I can’t, no I can’t Change anything, this trajectory It was meant for me, it was meant to be Don’t let my mom see me before they bury me ‘Cause the boy in that coffin, shit, he’s barely me Plenty people gon’ say they were there for me They weren’t there for me, they didn’t care for me I don’t wanna be here With people that, that I didn’t know last year At fucking all You don’t want be here when I blow my top off Girl, I don’t want be here at all