"ROCK BOTTOM" lyrics
I got a question
Will I make a sound
When I hit the ground
With nobody else around
When it all falls down
Rock bottom where the lost get found
It's getting hard for me to keep my head straight
Had a heavy heart. Now, I'm carrying dead weight
Digging my own grave
I did it my own way
I'm buried alive with all the shit that I don't say
It's deeper than six feet
I'm barely alive
My apartment is a coffin that I'm carried inside
And I'm coughing
'Cause I'm often
Off of various highs
Got me wondering does anybody care if he dies
I inhale and I just hold it
I'm running from everything
My hamstring swollen
I pulled it. Stop. Popped the ankle out the socket
Now, I'm looking at it trying not to vomit
I'm sick of this feeling
I'm going psycho
I'm sick of being sick of this feeling
I'm going psycho
I'm sick of being sick of being sick of this feeling
It go in cycles
It goes 'round and 'round and 'round
I got a question
Will I make a sound
When I hit the ground
With nobody else around
When it all falls down
Rock bottom where the lost get found
Will I make a sound
When I hit the ground
With nobody else around
When it all falls down
Rock bottom where the lost get found
The highs feel like lows
Old friends start to feel like foes
Silver lining but it feel like gold
Yes, I've been here for so long
It feel like home
Like I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Physically. Emotionally
Digging down deep 'til I can't see the opening
Changing for the people that I don't know
'Til everybody close to me
Looking at a ghost of me
And I don't got a rope
Had a ladder but it broke
Doesn't matter 'cause I'd rather be alone
Got my phone out of data and it's low on the battery
Ope! There goes
What a tragedy
I build a wall and moat
That's my strategy
When I'm gone, I hope you're not mad at me
I'm done talking 'bout it
I've tried therapy
You're still not hearing me
I'm sick of this feeling
I'm going psycho
I'm sick of being sick of this feeling
I'm going psycho
I'm sick of being sick of being sick of this feeling
It go in cycles
It goes 'round and 'round and 'round
I got a question
Will I make a sound
When I hit the ground
With nobody else around
When it all falls down
Rock bottom where the lost get found
Will I make a sound
When I hit the ground
With nobody else around
When it all falls down
Rock bottom where the lost get found
Will I make a sound
When I hit the ground
With nobody else around
When it all falls down
Rock bottom where the lost get found
It's getting hard for me to keep my head straight
Had a heavy heart. Now, I'm carrying dead weight
Digging my own grave
I did it my own way
I'm buried alive with all the shit that I don't say
It's deeper than six feet
I'm barely alive
My apartment is a coffin that I'm carried inside
And I'm coughing
'Cause I'm often
Off of various highs
Got me wondering does anybody care if he dies
I inhale and I just hold it
I'm running from everything
My hamstring swollen
I pulled it. Stop. Popped the ankle out the socket
Now, I'm looking at it trying not to vomit
I'm sick of this feeling
I'm going psycho
I'm sick of being sick of this feeling
I'm going psycho
I'm sick of being sick of being sick of this feeling
It go in cycles
It goes 'round and 'round and 'round
I got a question
Will I make a sound
When I hit the ground
With nobody else around
When it all falls down
Rock bottom where the lost get found
Will I make a sound
When I hit the ground
With nobody else around
When it all falls down
Rock bottom where the lost get found
The highs feel like lows
Old friends start to feel like foes
Silver lining but it feel like gold
Yes, I've been here for so long
It feel like home
Like I'm right where I'm supposed to be
Physically. Emotionally
Digging down deep 'til I can't see the opening
Changing for the people that I don't know
'Til everybody close to me
Looking at a ghost of me
And I don't got a rope
Had a ladder but it broke
Doesn't matter 'cause I'd rather be alone
Got my phone out of data and it's low on the battery
Ope! There goes
What a tragedy
I build a wall and moat
That's my strategy
When I'm gone, I hope you're not mad at me
I'm done talking 'bout it
I've tried therapy
You're still not hearing me
I'm sick of this feeling
I'm going psycho
I'm sick of being sick of this feeling
I'm going psycho
I'm sick of being sick of being sick of this feeling
It go in cycles
It goes 'round and 'round and 'round
I got a question
Will I make a sound
When I hit the ground
With nobody else around
When it all falls down
Rock bottom where the lost get found
Will I make a sound
When I hit the ground
With nobody else around
When it all falls down
Rock bottom where the lost get found
Thanks to Oracle for correcting these lyrics.
