Many Days
Many days I break but I attach the pieces back
Can't find a way to make it glued and tightly packed
My screws are loose but I will be a'ight like that
Around the age of 2, I would talk and unc would rap
A lot of pictures I drew would come out like a map
Lines going which ways, wondering where my conscience at
I soon found a way
I soon found
Many days I break, I know how much to take
I gravitate to a bed and let my body lay
Kinda like how it felt when I was bout 8
Waking up in a room, mama carried me away
I get carried away
But I lift from the sadness
Half of the glass is gloom
Sometimes water
Sometimes juice
Cup ain't empty
The cup ain't full
I just hope I'm hydrated
My plate is a platter full of matter
With my mood
I'm just howling to the moon
I sing to my reflection
Many phases I go through
Many days I'm second guessing
I should've listened to Mike
Shouldn't have thought twice
Now I twist and fight
Can't slumber at night
I'm uninvited to family function
Constantly battling with deaths cousins
They don't want me
Why don't they want me?
I guess I'm here for many reasons
Or maybe death just petty teasing
Please depression please release me
I'm still swinging fight ain't easy
I'm feeling queasy
Let me pass, I wanna see it
I'm tryna see them damn gates nigga
Many days I break
Can't find a way to make it glued and tightly packed
My screws are loose but I will be a'ight like that
Around the age of 2, I would talk and unc would rap
A lot of pictures I drew would come out like a map
Lines going which ways, wondering where my conscience at
I soon found a way
I soon found
Many days I break, I know how much to take
I gravitate to a bed and let my body lay
Kinda like how it felt when I was bout 8
Waking up in a room, mama carried me away
I get carried away
But I lift from the sadness
Half of the glass is gloom
Sometimes water
Sometimes juice
Cup ain't empty
The cup ain't full
I just hope I'm hydrated
My plate is a platter full of matter
With my mood
I'm just howling to the moon
I sing to my reflection
Many phases I go through
Many days I'm second guessing
I should've listened to Mike
Shouldn't have thought twice
Now I twist and fight
Can't slumber at night
I'm uninvited to family function
Constantly battling with deaths cousins
They don't want me
Why don't they want me?
I guess I'm here for many reasons
Or maybe death just petty teasing
Please depression please release me
I'm still swinging fight ain't easy
I'm feeling queasy
Let me pass, I wanna see it
I'm tryna see them damn gates nigga
Many days I break
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Writer(s): Brandon Biggs
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