[Intro: Sewerperson]
Yo
Baby, it's my world
She kill dreams right down the swamp [?]
Who she grindin' on, baby? 'Cause my home screen is her photo

[Chorus: Sewerperson]
I guess we all feel the same way
Even though you never tell me what you really meant
She said, "I really thought I loved you", why the past tense?
I mean, I'm tryna understand, but it don't make sense to me, no
Tell me I'm fine 'cause I can't do it for myself
In this state of mind, I'm concerned for my own health
In this state of time, I'm twenty-three, I think it's old enough
Do we hold the pain ingrained? I think it's part of growing up

[Verse: Sewerperson]
Tossin' and turnin' in my own bed
My cold hands on my own skin, I'm frozen by my own soul
I pray to God, but I can't save my dirty soul
R.I.P. me, I gave my all, still, it's not enough to make me whole
All this ever spent has really brought me nothing

[Bridge: Sewerperson]
Uh, I toss and turn, and I never get my rest
That I should deserve for how hard I work
But still, my words comes to me natural like it's breath, uh
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