Razor Blade on My Wrist

I'm a cold individual, with a hot ass temper, that cant be control,
my body is old, my visions too slow to think of life anymore,
decisions I'm making on the daily basis, got my mind so confused,
I'm brutally abused by the hands of the devil, and my hearts been bruised,
i cant walk on this water, turn water to wine, or split this bread,
but if i could, i would show my love 2 the world, and make them repent,
I'm super stressed, i pray everyday, but things never seem 2 change,
just give me a pistol, and a couple of bullets, ill bust 3 in this brain,
I'm so sick and alone, I'm staying at home wit blood in my fist,
I'm not emo but I'm emotionally depressed with a razor blade on my wrist,
I never been to the battle field but i got friends who down in Iraq,
and if i could, i would bring them back home, sit down, and smoke us a sack,
I'm so alone girl, respect my loneliness or get your mind pulled apart,
I'm covered with darkness around my heart, its been this way since the start,
I'm solo, one man in this world, doing it 4 myself, who else?,
I'm the one whose trapped inside a cage that never received any help,