Broken
Lately I've been on my own
I distance myself from everyone else
I have trust issues now
I'm just a kid learning how to be a Man
A kid who's been stabbed in the back Multiple Times by people who I Thought were my Friends
So many people didn't believe in me Until now
Some come around tryna ride with Me
Some just want something from me
Some just want to talk to me
Some are just asking me for favors
But for the few
Where were you when I needed a Hand
Or when I would be in the floor Crying my eyes Out
Wanting to die
Taking pills every night
So in the course of time
It improves my mood
Help me go to sleep in peace
Increase my appetite
Concentrate more
Making better choices
I sometimes get paranoid from all My suicide attempts
Homie That blade could've gone Deep in my flesh
My Mother could've walked in
As she would start to look down Towards the Bathroom floor
Seeing blood all over my clothes
As I would give my last breathe
I wonder how life would be right Now
I know for a fact it wouldn't be Colorful roses
It would be dark clouds
Ferocious with tears coming down
Towards every chin from all my love Ones
(Fuck)
As My family would celebrate the Holidays without my presence
My cousin Vanessa probably Wouldn't live in peace for the rest of Her life
Knowing her favorite person in this World is Gone forever
I no longer want to think about Suicide
I just want to live my life again
I just want to smile again
I just want to see my mama happy Again
No stress no fear no doubts running Around the house
To the point were it becomes a Problem
I just want everything to be how it Used to be
I don't want to fall in love just to get Played
Having my heart broken
Being used for my money
I fuckin hate this shit so much
I just want to go back in time
And live those days when I would be Happy
I fuckin hate this shit
I fuckin hate this shit
I distance myself from everyone else
I have trust issues now
I'm just a kid learning how to be a Man
A kid who's been stabbed in the back Multiple Times by people who I Thought were my Friends
So many people didn't believe in me Until now
Some come around tryna ride with Me
Some just want something from me
Some just want to talk to me
Some are just asking me for favors
But for the few
Where were you when I needed a Hand
Or when I would be in the floor Crying my eyes Out
Wanting to die
Taking pills every night
So in the course of time
It improves my mood
Help me go to sleep in peace
Increase my appetite
Concentrate more
Making better choices
I sometimes get paranoid from all My suicide attempts
Homie That blade could've gone Deep in my flesh
My Mother could've walked in
As she would start to look down Towards the Bathroom floor
Seeing blood all over my clothes
As I would give my last breathe
I wonder how life would be right Now
I know for a fact it wouldn't be Colorful roses
It would be dark clouds
Ferocious with tears coming down
Towards every chin from all my love Ones
(Fuck)
As My family would celebrate the Holidays without my presence
My cousin Vanessa probably Wouldn't live in peace for the rest of Her life
Knowing her favorite person in this World is Gone forever
I no longer want to think about Suicide
I just want to live my life again
I just want to smile again
I just want to see my mama happy Again
No stress no fear no doubts running Around the house
To the point were it becomes a Problem
I just want everything to be how it Used to be
I don't want to fall in love just to get Played
Having my heart broken
Being used for my money
I fuckin hate this shit so much
I just want to go back in time
And live those days when I would be Happy
I fuckin hate this shit
I fuckin hate this shit
Credits
Writer(s): Edwin Angeles
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