I stare in shattered mirrors 'til the tears pour
and my thoughts go, I'm just myself, I'm all I got yo
I'm aging quick but it feels slow
I got some major issues, that shit's official
I can only be me there's nothing hard about it
I'm the product of my environment and friends, no doubt about it
and that's nothing cool, and that's nothing happy
feel the blood, the drip, this mirror's a trip, reflections
they always trap me.. it's myself
Fubar:
as a kid I tried standing tall but fell
wanted to off myself, I felt like, we were all in hell
I was right but simultaneously wrong as well
you can try but can't imagine how lost I felt
ended up learning on my own, didn't call for help
I taught myself, most nights were long as hell
trying to find a style, should I talk or yell?
when I die I'll live through the stories my songs will tell