Lost Child - Scrim

Pull the trigger Budd Dwyer

Hahahahahaha

(How much you expect me to take? Yeah)

(Give a fuck what’s at stake, fuck)

(I don’t want none of it, no)

(I'm just so numb to it, yeah)

Re-up on my death wish, yeah (On my death wish)

Back to my habits, yeah (To my habits)

Can you reach out to me?

Yeah (Can you reach out to me?)

Lost all my reasoning, problems keep deepening

I’m coming unhinged, yeah

Neck broke from my own lynch

Bled out from a cut wrist

Heart broke from a dumb bitch

Life just straight shit

How much you expect me to take?

Yeah

Give a fuck what’s at stake, fuck

I don’t want none of it, no, no

I’m just so numb to it, yeah, yeah

I been getting high and I can’t stop (Can't stop)

Lost count of the pills that I popped

Lost count of my friends that done dropped, ayy

Feeling like I’m an item, I’m a prop, ayy

Singing sad songs, sad songs, I don’t have long

At home, all alone, I’m not picking up my phone

Shadows in my room all haunt me

If you find me dead, I’m sorry

Stuck in a place where I wanna die, wanna live

Guns in my crib, right now, not a good idea

Shadows in the room, I just wanna smile

Just wanna feel good 'cause it’s been a while

How much you expect me to take?

Yeah

Give a fuck what’s at stake, fuck

I don’t want none of it, no, no

I’m just so numb to it, yeah, yeah

How much you expect me to take?

Yeah

Give a fuck what’s at stake, fuck

I don’t want none of it, no, no

I’m just so numb to it, yeah, yeah