I spend days in a room
The impression of a tomb
No one ever talks
No one ever calls
I keep staring at these walls
and in the moment I just pause
I’ve got to crawl before I walk
but in my mind I start to
shelter all my thoughts into an 8ball
Wish that I could make it but if I don’t
I don’t hate y’all

Somethings gonna break soon
Talking to myself inside a break room where music is my outlet
Plugin all these holes inside my chest like it’s an outlet
Wont let my flame die
or be out lit

Everyone’s different
I still wear the same outfits
Too lazy to be out fit
At least if I don’t make it
I’ll be out lived

Cherish what I have until the storm bears an outage
Out-aged with no fear to climb up a mountain
So high but I still remain grounded
Collect rocks till I feel like I’ve amounted

Can’t see what I’m heading towards
To ward the light from my darkness
I need a sword
Never had a lot of money
I was always poor

I know there’s people in this crowd
with the tears that I poured
Like one day I’ll go on tour
with broken promise that I couldn’t afford
in a broken down car that resembles a ford
I go to battle with myself but I’m still
Losing the war

On what planet do I meet my accord
Tie the noose around my neck
All it needs is a cord

I’m sorry I can’t make you happy
I’m still sad when I’m laughing