Freshman

I should have died five years ago
A young man growing slow
Hole in my chest, I was bleeding out
I almost died my freshman year
Looking at some pictures and
I feel emotional
Thank God I am alive, right here
Darkness in my head
I, was trapped inside my bed
I probably should be dead
Thank God I ain't dead

I look at pictures of myself
I barely recognize myself
A young kid trapped inside of hell
I see pictures of myself
I thank God
I am so well

Oh Lord why did I have to go through so much?
My eyes, you'll see the strain
A never ending pain

Keep my blinds closed, don't let them see me
Stayed away from lunch, they felt no pity
Broke down in art class, alone I'm sitting
The one they thought they knew, had gone missing



Credits
Writer(s): Gideon Endalkachew, Ryan Clephane, William Pratt Iii
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