[Verse 1: Kill Bill: The Rapper]
With every step this weight completes a list I never can
There came a time I felt you're better off in better hands
With every passing moment through the time-lapse that my life is
I get madder at my brain because that synapse isn't firing
What the fuck have I become?
The statue made of all my fears
Even with you in the room
It feels like we ain't talked in years
And what's the point of this success if I just fail at being human?
What's the point of branching out if I can't keep my deepest roots in?
And my therapist is pissed
Missing sessions when I need 'em
Tryna make these words rhyme
While I wrestle with my demons
Stuck inside a fetch quest
Sun up, I ain't slept yet
Ask me why I'm still here
Fear's still my best guess
Another day go by today they say to take it by the day
But if I see another day I might just break and fly away
Shit was simple
You grin, I make a home inside your dimples
Dug a hole for my decay
They find my bones in instrumentals
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