| And I’ve been looking at these photos, tryna figure out |
| Where that light went, how long I’ve been without |
| And all I know is that we save that hurt |
| And it takes so much strength just to say those words, yeah |
| I got these old mixtapes with all these songs on them |
| I made for you, but you never really listen |
| And now I wish, these days, we never stopped talking |
| Yeah, I guess it’s been a minute |
| But, I’m looking around and everyone here is bringing me down |
| Like, we used to have a voice but it got drowned out |
| And all of my friends, we used to dream about money and a career |
| But now the fear has got me freaking on my birthday every year |
| And I’ve been feeling like the time is wasting on my mind |
| I’m wearing this disguise like, «Everything is fine,» but |
| All of y’all don’t know nothin' about me |
| And I don’t know how long this story goes |
| But you don’t like this story anyway |
| So I’ll just leave this CD on your doorstep |
| Another chorus that you’ll just get bored with |
| And for once you might have shit to say |
| But I’ll stop you anyway |
| And mom drinks too much, that still don’t change |
| I’m too far gone, I can’t be saved |
| And all these pills that I take just make me sick |
| This life been hitting me in waves, but— |
| Maybe I’ll just swim against the current |
| And I keep falling for the ones who wanna hurt me |
| I used to think «I wanna grow up so quick» 'till I got here |
| And the walls caved in, now everything’s so blurry |
| And I’m feeling like the days, are wasting me away |
| And everyone keeps telling me that I’ma be okay, but |
| All of y’all don’t know nothin' about me |
| And I don’t know how long this story goes |
| But you don’t like this story anyway |
| So I’ll just leave this CD on your doorstep |
| Another chorus that you’ll just get bored with |
| And for once you might have shit to say |
| But I’ll stop you anyway |
| I’m not okay |
| And that’s okay with me |
| I’m not alright |
| I never claimed to be |
| I’m not okay |
| And that’s okay with me |
| I’m not alright |
| I never claimed to be |
| And I don’t know how long this story goes |
| But you don’t like this story anyway |
| So I’ll just leave this CD on your doorstep |
| Another chorus that you’ll just get bored with |
| And for once, you might have shit to say |
| But I’ll stop you anyway |