struggles

Wonder what makes me happy again

What the f- makes me happier, friend?

Hope that I die with a happier end

Not a thing, not a ring could make me happier, and

I know I struggle with drugs

And I know I struggle with love

Sometimes I'm sad as hell

And I'm not really happy to be here

Sometimes I'm mad as hell

And I'm not really happy to be here (oh)

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, no

Ayy, I got drugs, I don't need any friends (uh)

What a surprise, I'm feeling sick again (yeah)

Dilated, trying to walk on the edge

Told myself I wouldn't do it again

So, if I can't come back to you

Then let's talk like I'm gone forever

I'd buy back the time with you I wasted

It's better late than never

We contrast to tell the truth

Without me, you'll probably be better

With my last breath, inhale smoke

And get high one last time, whatever

I know I struggle with drugs

And I know I struggle with love

Sometimes I'm sad as hell

And I'm not really happy to be here

Sometimes I'm mad as hell

And I'm not really happy to be here (oh)

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, no

Mm-mm-mm, oh-oh