chain smoke by reaper (archive)

lyrics:
I put too much stress on myself
I never been the type of man
To put my hand out for help
I bottle all of it inside
Like I don't know nothing else
I smoke a pack of cigarettes
Like it was good for my health
Everybody's so typical
Money flip like reciprocals
When you get to the pinnacle
And you're still feeling cynical
I can feel myself fading
And my demons are waiting
For the day
The exchanging of my soul for the taking

Don't stay because you have to
I'm not perfect
Yeah, you know I got a past too
But I wouldn't put it passed you
To follow the line, follow the line
My whole life I've been a fuck up
Never got it right
I always learned by tough luck
But I guess they call it tough love
Follow the line, follow the line

It's like I'm just waiting to die
Four in the morning
Out the door and back on the grind
I chain smoke on the drive
Slowly losing my mind
Anxiety ridden
I'm missing the point of being alive
My paycheck gone
By the time that its mine
And if my girl ask
Ima say "Baby, I'm fine"
Follow the lines
And don't be surprised
When you find me in that casket
With no light in my eyes

Don't stay because you have to
I'm not perfect
Yeah, you know I got a past too
But I wouldn't put it passed you
To follow the line, follow the line
My whole life I've been a fuck up
Never got it right
I always learned by tough luck
But I guess they call it tough love
Follow the line, follow the line