Crying myself to sleep, the stuff I think about is real deep.
The pain hits me every day, I'm wondering why I still care,
I'd rather just decay instead of having to deal with the lust
of my problems, It feels like I'm fallin and I'm stalling but there
ain't no time left, it's all over because the crime's still burnin.
I wish I could reset instead of having to deal with the current
day threats.