CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : Opportunities

The darkest thoughts are huntin' me
I rather slit my f**kin' wrist than kill you,b*t*h
When you do wrong,that's how I feel
Cause if I'll end your f**kin' life
Than how could I feel alive?
Wait,I don't really wanna live
So I'll kill you than kill myself,wait
The darkest thoughts are huntin' me
I rather pop a xan and chill
You said that sh*t,when you was mad
I did that sh*t when I felt
It could be right

I'm running out of the opportunities
I wonder now,how could it be
I wish to keep the little purity
But the satan's huntin' right all over me
I'm running out of the opportunities
I wonder now,how could it be
I wish to keep the little purity
But the satan's huntin' right all over me

I'm so sick of feelin' sick
And I'm sick of everything
Or sick of feelin' everything
I'm so sick of feelin' things
I'm so sick of feelin'
Sick of livin'
Sick of -'
'bout things gettin' lil' better
Sick of cindarella b*t*h
Sick of tellin' the same things,ugh!