Burned Out

[Intro]
I don't know what happened (I don't know what happened)
He seemed so happy (he seemed so happy)
Always smiling (always smiling)
Nobody could've even guessed (nobody could've even guessed)
Such a terrible tragedy (such a terrible tragedy)
He will be missed (he will be missed)

[Verse 1: SCUM]
I'm having a fucked up conversation with the bottle in my hand
And I pretend that it is my friend that truly cares
About diving as a person not the rapper known as SCUM
That's climbing outta hell but running outta stairs
Having nightmares that seem so real and living a life
That seems so fake so happy on the outside but deep inside
So full of pain and disappointment, hate and loathing
Of my life that many times I've contemplated suicide
But I got a family I love and I must provide for while I can
Though they don't seem to understand what I'm going through
They say they do and I think they don't but I might be wrong and it's hard to tell
They do not know that deep below's where I'm heading to
Sometimes I think they only see the love I get when I rock a show
And feel I get enough not needing any more
They don't know the pain and mental stress required to get a single like
B-But if I fall I might not get up off the floor

[Chorus: SCUM]
Burned out, empty, like a ball that's cashed
Motivations getting really hard to find (hard to find)
My depression goes away for a little bit when I'm getting smashed
When I'm sober suicide is on my mind (on my mind)
Keep on going but I'm slowing down compared to how it was
Feeling everything I had already gave (already gave)
Really hope that was enough to be remembered when I'm gone
When I'm dead and cold and laying in my grave (in my grave)

[Verse 2: SCUM]
I don't know what I want, but it's not what I got, if I want so much more is it greed?
They expect what they get, but to get in return's harder than getting high snorting weed
Put a gun to my head, pull the trig let the lead blow away every negative thought
Since I want what's the best for my family and friends and my fans that might be when I rot
Cuz I'm not all that good, sure as fuck ain't no saint
Bet I ain't even half other men
They deserve it, I try but I fail every time though I do everything that I can
Cannot stick to a plan, cannot seem to improve, mediocracy's making me sick
Hoping to snap out this funk for myself and the ones I love or to die cuz that should do the trick

[Chorus: SCUM]
Burned out, empty, like a ball that's cashed
Motivations getting really hard to find (hard to find)
My depression goes away for a little bit when I'm getting smashed
When I'm sober suicide is on my mind (on my mind)
Keep on going but I'm slowing down compared to how it was
Feeling everything I had already gave (already gave)
Really hope that was enough to be remembered when I'm gone
When I'm dead and cold and laying in my grave (in my grave)