struggles

Wonder what makes me happy again What the f- makes me happier, friend? Hope that I die with a happier end Not a thing, not a ring could make me happier, and I know I struggle with drugs And I know I struggle with love Sometimes I'm sad as hell And I'm not really happy to be here Sometimes I'm mad as hell And I'm not really happy to be here (oh) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, no Ayy, I got drugs, I don't need any friends (uh) What a surprise, I'm feeling sick again (yeah) Dilated, trying to walk on the edge Told myself I wouldn't do it again So, if I can't come back to you Then let's talk like I'm gone forever I'd buy back the time with you I wasted It's better late than never We contrast to tell the truth Without me, you'll probably be better With my last breath, inhale smoke And get high one last time, whatever I know I struggle with drugs And I know I struggle with love Sometimes I'm sad as hell And I'm not really happy to be here Sometimes I'm mad as hell And I'm not really happy to be here (oh) Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh, no Mm-mm-mm, oh-oh