[Intro]
And ohh lordy now, troubles so hard
Ohh lordy now, troubles so hard
And don't nobody know my troubles but god
Don't nobody know my troubles but god
[Verse 1]
I don't reach into the past very much, for these shards of shattered glass and harsh paper cuts leave me stuck when I reach in
Memories are seeped in hydrochloric acid, I go to war and get passive and freeze up
Music helped the ice to thaw
Put the chisel in the middle, swing the hammer of Thor
Pull it out of the impossible, Excalibur sword
Etching notepads full of reasons why my feelings are sore
[Verse 2]
The first day that I got sick ejеcted from cockpit of living
Nineteen, young teen, waking up bitten
Postеrs up, manhunt, Ren went missing
Hard to have faith when the gods don't listen
The first year maybe was the hardest
Waking in a body that was buried like a carcass
Brain in the lion's den, body in a shark pit
Waking up in pain again, aching, broken-hearted
[Verse 3]
Persistent little bugger, I was bouncing from a doctor to a doctor to a doctor
Like a table tennis game that has no end
So be the fate of Ren
Every single question answered with a question on the end
The second year I came to terms with giving up my dreams, mind severed from the means that helped me write these rhyme schemes
Brain was inflamed, the fatigue was crushing
Hard to remain sane with your brain combusting
And ohh lordy now, troubles so hard
Ohh lordy now, troubles so hard
And don't nobody know my troubles but god
Don't nobody know my troubles but god
[Verse 1]
I don't reach into the past very much, for these shards of shattered glass and harsh paper cuts leave me stuck when I reach in
Memories are seeped in hydrochloric acid, I go to war and get passive and freeze up
Music helped the ice to thaw
Put the chisel in the middle, swing the hammer of Thor
Pull it out of the impossible, Excalibur sword
Etching notepads full of reasons why my feelings are sore
[Verse 2]
The first day that I got sick ejеcted from cockpit of living
Nineteen, young teen, waking up bitten
Postеrs up, manhunt, Ren went missing
Hard to have faith when the gods don't listen
The first year maybe was the hardest
Waking in a body that was buried like a carcass
Brain in the lion's den, body in a shark pit
Waking up in pain again, aching, broken-hearted
[Verse 3]
Persistent little bugger, I was bouncing from a doctor to a doctor to a doctor
Like a table tennis game that has no end
So be the fate of Ren
Every single question answered with a question on the end
The second year I came to terms with giving up my dreams, mind severed from the means that helped me write these rhyme schemes
Brain was inflamed, the fatigue was crushing
Hard to remain sane with your brain combusting
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