I touch myself whenever I think about you. More specifically, I rub my temples because I get a headache because you’re awful.
I feel like I’m losing control of myself, I sincerely,
Apologize if all that I sound like is I’m complaining,
But life keeps on complicating, and I’m debating,
On leaving this world, this evening, even my girls,
Can see I’m grieving, I try and hide it,
But I can’t, why do I act like I’m all high and mighty,
When inside, I’m dying, I am finally realizing I need help.
I can’t do it by myself, too weak, 2 weeks I’ve been having ups and downs,
Going through peaks and valleys, dilly dallying,
Around with the idea, of ending the shit right here.
I’m hating my reflection, I walk around the house trying to fight mirrors,
I can’t stand what I look like, yeah, I look fat, but what do I care?
I give a fuck, only thing I fear, is Hailie,
I’m afraid if I close my eyes I might see her,
Eminem- Going through changes