struggles

Wonder what makes me happy again
What the fuck 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