Verse 1:
Some days I just wanna up and call it quits,
I feel like i'm surrounded by a wall of bricks,
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits,
My life's like one great big ball of shit,
If I could just put it all in to all I spit,
Instead I always try to swallow it,
Instead of staring at this wall and shit,
While I sit writers block sick of all this shit,
Can't call it shit, all I know is I'm about to hit the wall,
If I have to see another one of mom's alcoholic fits,
This is it, last straw, that