There's a struggle between
The devotion to the artistry,
And their perception of me,
For which one am I to believe?
Stick with it and upkeep the status quo,
Or admit that everything is utterly faux,
Im grown, I can keep boiling temps in tow,
Yet I tune in to the rerun, Im getting low,
"Well what could it possibly mean?"
If they cant discern, can't read between?
Take it for what it is and not wipe the slate clean,
They'll get mean and tear at the slightest fraying seam.

If I stand in a way,
If I walk in a way,
If I write it in a way
If I sing it in a way,
Well I hope its okay,
I hope that you'll stay.

Im scared that i'll become something,
To someone I know nothing,
About.
If I take this perilous, route,
I might not find my way out,
If that's the risk, I'll pay the price,
For the vibe, they will entice,
Pulling me into the tides,
No matter how many tries,
I'm still tied to this line,
Divided between my own mind,
No matter cause I'll pay the price.

If I stand in a way,
If I walk in a way,
If I write it in a way
If I sing it in a way,
Well I hope it's okay,
I hope that you'll stay.

If I stand in a way,
If I walk in a way,
If I write it in a way
If I sing it in a way,
Well I hope it's okay,
I hope that you'll stay.