October

Count my sins and I hope I'm praying today

I'm getting richer and bigger while part of my old self slowly just fading away

Look at myself in the mirror, there's something inside of me slowly just eating away

She asked what happened to me and I told her "I murdered the old me, I'm full of hate"

I clean it up with the med spills

I mix the blue with the red pills

Not even tripping, my hair falling out and this stress on my head like an anvil

Used to this, used to Wock, I'm abusing it

Can't get up

Already said it once, I'm overusing it

Got paranoia so I keep my head on my shoulder, I'm trying to stay out the way