| Put my heart to paper
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| Spillin blood in every sentence
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| Take my whole entire life
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| Condense it down to 60 minutes
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| Cursing (cursing) was it worth it
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| Sacrifice and hope they heard it
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| Misery you don’t deserve it
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| But you hoped that it was worth it
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| Listen I know the struggle now the gate and through this jungle
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| Everything becomes a battle
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| Learn to live with bloody knuckles
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| On the wrong end of buckles from inebriated uncles
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| Memories and certain sausage you can’t bury with a shovel
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| I tried to make sense of this and often side is sensitive
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| Fuck em if they don’t like it
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| Cause its how some people deal with it
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| Like a sedative when the hurt becomes repetitive
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| Positive and negative, all of it is relative
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| How many times do I have to fall
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| From the top of my dreams when I reach for it all
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| Is it possible (anything's possible)
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| And that’s why I’ll never stop
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| And I keep telling myself
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| I can’t believe it thinks again
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| I’m telling myself
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| I’ll never know how this ends
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| The story goes on
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| I’ve always tried to live a little better than I’m feeling
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| By concealing brutal urges
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| Think it’s working cause I’m dealing with a
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| Appetite fiend with thing that might dismantle
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| Any positive example that put me out just like a candle
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| Without no kind of purpose and even broken on the surface
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| S’Own legacy is my verse cause my family thinks I’m worthless
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| So I, write these sixteens with the things from my dreams
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| Put it on a beat to hopefully silence my screams
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| Silence my screams, huh
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| I still be screwed up when I’m dead and gone
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| 'Fuck it all' written on my headstone
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| But, it doesn’t matter just another closing chapter
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| If you still need the answers take it up with the pastor
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| How many times do I have to fall
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| From the top of my dreams when I reach for it all
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| Is it possible (anything's possible)
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| And that’s why I’ll never stop
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| And I keep telling myself
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| I can’t believe it thinks again
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| I’m telling myself
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| I’ll never know how this ends
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| The story goes on
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| I’m not feeling numb
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| There’s something going on
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| And I’m not feeling numb
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| So I’ll just disappear
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| How many times do I have to fall
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| From the top of my dreams when I reach for it all
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| Is it possible (anything's possible)
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| And that’s why I’ll never stop
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| And I keep telling myself
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| I can’t believe it thinks again
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| I’m telling myself
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| I’ll never know how this ends
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| The story goes on
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| And my story goes on |