Blue Skies

Walking in the middle of the street asking what happened
Wanna jump out on the road in hopes that I get flattened
Cause I feel my existence matters nothing and it saddens
A burden that carries other people's problems and copes by laughing
A sad piece of flesh hoping he'll find a reality
Where someone wants to go out with him, not another analogy
Why does love have to be, ugly when they mad at me
Actually, factually, I think it's pure blasphemy
Who knows the complexity of yourself except you
No one's gonna look to help without the intent to
Everyone lives their own life and don't inject too
Unlike funerals, where no one knows you but laments you
It's sickening, listening, gossip that's so intimate
A trick to intellect I find myself so intricate
Having hope, I'm sick of it, when can I win again
Maybe that's why heaven's real, so I don't gotta live again

Where do I go with my screwed mind
Dark days ending with a moon rise
Don't want an Eminem, food dies
Cause everytime I do, Proof dies
Blue Skies, blue skies, let out a few sighs
Never started out rich like I was from Dubai
When you see me dead with my bruised eyes
Just know the sane are the ones who die

Started writing letters since little but not to Santa's eyes
Just to myself saying the only out is suicide
Tryna write and find why I don't feel the will to survive
Tryna decipher my mind but ADHD doesn't help you write
Yeah I tried to overdose on Adderall to grow apart
Yeah I grabbed that knife and felt it stab my heart
How I contemplate death way more than normal
How I trick my damn brain that it's just hormones
I put too much on my plate but I'm this skinny
Tryna hit a home run every single inning
Already losing hair by the stress I'm building
Waiting till it falls like Jenga, but for now it's tilting
I was so busy that I didn't mourn my grandma
Just wish I could've handled it more and be hands on
Life is pushing yourself to the limit
But like in Calculus, that limit's just infinite

Where do I go with my screwed mind
Dark days ending with a moon rise
Don't want an Eminem, food dies
Cause everytime I do, Proof dies
Blue Skies, blue skies, let out a few sighs
Never started out rich like I was from Dubai
When you see me dead with my bruised eyes
Just know the sane are the ones who die



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Writer(s): Jason Echeverria
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