i really think that i been movin too fast
now im just coastin
try to find myself and got lost in the ocean
of life, while im holdin on this opium knife
i get caught up in the strife and forget to get a hold of my sights
we got regrets and things that we didnt do
wish we could take it back and change it up in interludes
cus im caught up in this interview
holdin on my head its got me feelin like a living toon
im dead inside
it seems like this road is a dead end drive
but, ion care and ion mind
i just, sit inside and waste my time
without you, never did doubt you
never tried to shout from the rooftops about how you changed my life
so fvck it if you lost in me
im just trynna say i paid my price
is it something with the way i write ?
about the way i contemplate on how to take my life ?
the way i, waste my nights and erase my fright ?
just to deal with the fact that i hate my |