I'm so sorry For the pain that I cause Can't retract these claws Once they're out You can't stop me I'm destructive and cocky Till I fall like a jockey Off my high horse and back to nothing Got these scars all from me trusting And they bleed can't stop the flooding When I open them back up I know it's disgusting Trust me And I work every day Just to hear them say That it's not enough That I'm not enough I should just give up Half empty cup In my mind ugh Thoughts hold me down I keep fighting drown Screaming out so loud Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now? No response a drought From a silent mouth The harsh sound of doubt
Hear that sound Soft yet loud I just feel like I've been running out Of time, of time, of time, of time Of time, of time, of time, of time Of time, of time, of time, of time
I don't want To wake up Everything Just aches yuh Feels like a break up No time to make up Life just keeps on changing And I want to rearrange it But it feels so out of my control My energy just keeps on draining But I push back these demons In my mind all of these heathens Serotonin seasons And maybe that's the reason That I'm open like a lesion And my minds committing treason And my souls the only beacon I keep on fighting all these demons yea
Hear that sound Soft yet loud I just feel like I've been running out Of time, of time, of time, of time Of time, of time, of time, of time Of time, of time, of time, of time Bridge It feels like I'm lost And I'm drowning And I'm drowning And I'm drowning And I'm drowning I can't stop What I can't control It keeps moving and I'm growing old It keeps moving and I'm growing old (It feels like I'm lost, and I'm drowning It feels like I'm lost, and I'm drowning It feels like I'm lost, and I'm drowning It feels like I'm lost, and I'm drowning It feels like I'm lost, and I'm drowning It feels like I'm lost, and I'm drowning It feels like I'm lost, and I'm drowning It feels like I'm lost, and I'm drowning) (I can't stop what I can't control it keeps moving and I'm growing old I can't stop what I can't control it keeps moving and I'm growing old I can't stop what I can't control it keeps moving and I'm growing old I can't stop what I can't control it keeps moving and I'm growing old)
I don't know man I just Sometimes I wish I would've done things differently You know?
Compositor: Brandon Christopher Horth (Neffex) ECAD: Obra #30692418