Fiber

with the world on my shoulders
i walk a little bit faster
my mind forgets the laughter
i move on from my infamy
with the world on my shoulders
i shoot myself bcuz i dont know
i dont know what im doing anymore
but i guess i dont got nothing to fight for
with the world on my shoulders
i die a lonely man
i die with the gun in my hand
i die right where i stand
with the world on my shoulders
stress conquers all i have
i hate myself for being bad
i hate myself
with the world on my shoulders
so the world is just a t-shirt
billions of fibers bonded together
to take away any pain that hurts





JC