KYS Pt2
What's up with my brain
Thought I had no shame
Lost my sense of pain
What's my fuckin name?
I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna die
I think that I'm fine
I would never lie
I break my neck, keeping my head on straight
I don't cut no more, but I kept the blade
My momma called, and I promised Imma stay safe
But Father Time left a message, today's the day
My vision's blurry, I can't see my face
I'm hyperventilating, I'm screaming kill yourself
Past dissociation, I'm in a fugue state
I'm overcome with rage, the mirror ain't talkin back
I see pictures on the wall in the hallway
I see ghosts wander where the dolls play
I see flowers in the garden where the snow lays
I see the pride in my success on my momma's face
My eyes play tricks on my mental
My memory is tainted, it's chock full of miscues
My gramma always sayin that my word choice is sinful
My peers only tell me that my lyrics got potential
My sister got a future full of guaranteed success
My momma told me that she gotta work herself to death
My girl asked me not to let my work fuck up my head
My homies tell me that they really miss when I's their friend
Sometimes I think I really regret goin back to Mom's
But I bet it's just my mind, I'm depressed bout half the time
I've accepted my decline, I befriended my anxiety
Then hypothesized that it's best to never fight it off
My brain flashes, but connections never hit right
The future's fading from my grasp and I don't have the insight
The past ain't what it used to be, with fragments and blackness
And the present is the victim of my spellbound absence
I've been surrounded while givin myself distractions
Now the rope's been tied and I just need to kick away the chair
Momma says, "think of the consequences of these actions"
As if I owe her shit, while I sit in terror
What's a debt to one with no intent to pay it?
What is guilt with no morals to contain it?
What is life with perpetual decaying?
What is death to one who might escape the pain?
Thought I had no shame
Lost my sense of pain
What's my fuckin name?
I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna die
I think that I'm fine
I would never lie
I break my neck, keeping my head on straight
I don't cut no more, but I kept the blade
My momma called, and I promised Imma stay safe
But Father Time left a message, today's the day
My vision's blurry, I can't see my face
I'm hyperventilating, I'm screaming kill yourself
Past dissociation, I'm in a fugue state
I'm overcome with rage, the mirror ain't talkin back
I see pictures on the wall in the hallway
I see ghosts wander where the dolls play
I see flowers in the garden where the snow lays
I see the pride in my success on my momma's face
My eyes play tricks on my mental
My memory is tainted, it's chock full of miscues
My gramma always sayin that my word choice is sinful
My peers only tell me that my lyrics got potential
My sister got a future full of guaranteed success
My momma told me that she gotta work herself to death
My girl asked me not to let my work fuck up my head
My homies tell me that they really miss when I's their friend
Sometimes I think I really regret goin back to Mom's
But I bet it's just my mind, I'm depressed bout half the time
I've accepted my decline, I befriended my anxiety
Then hypothesized that it's best to never fight it off
My brain flashes, but connections never hit right
The future's fading from my grasp and I don't have the insight
The past ain't what it used to be, with fragments and blackness
And the present is the victim of my spellbound absence
I've been surrounded while givin myself distractions
Now the rope's been tied and I just need to kick away the chair
Momma says, "think of the consequences of these actions"
As if I owe her shit, while I sit in terror
What's a debt to one with no intent to pay it?
What is guilt with no morals to contain it?
What is life with perpetual decaying?
What is death to one who might escape the pain?
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Writer(s): Garrett Allar
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