Soft Spoken
I dont even know what i wanna say
People talk and they acting like we been the same
Yea
Shining bright but it's a rainy day
Always in my bathroom and I'm chilling with these razor blades
Yea
Now all i ever see is gray
Never seems to change everyday's a different shade
Spending all my time hanging with my magic eight
Shaking in my hand asking if I'm about to die today
Some days i just wanna go and fly away
What would happen if I went and I just died today
I mean shit
I'm basically standing in my grave
Living everyday the same
This shits a fucking daze
(Fuck)
I'm about to go and set a date
You know for my death i should probably get the tape
No more singing from my soul so i cant escape
And call me crazy but some people just cannot relate
Fuck it
I'm just singing for myself now
Everywhere i look i aint ever helped out
People meet then they end up with a frown
Cause i tell them what i think then they leave with self-doubt
(Ugh shit)
Met my first friend in a ditch
Blade up in my hand so my hand turn to a fist
Parent to the kid i was feeling parentless
I'm a child to the parent that's a slap up on the wrist
(Shit)
Every time i tell you you just go and shake it off
He's just fucking joking he ain't really give it all
All these bad thoughts he don't really fucking mean them
Guess the only way to set an example is to achieve it
Then
Fuck it
I guess i dont really need you then
I'm just gonna go out in the morning guess I'll see you then
Yea
Find a way to just be me again
Tryna beat the pressure but i never could've beat the pen
Yea
I dont take the time to take it in
Writing all these thoughts from my head that I'll never see again
Yea
I just wanna go and see the end
Being that close to death i don't wanna meet again
Yea
Maybe i can go and be the man
Going out to the public and mother fucking take a stand
I dont really know I'm kinda feeling really worried yea
I'm a soft spoken guy I'm feeling kinda nervous yea
People talk and they acting like we been the same
Yea
Shining bright but it's a rainy day
Always in my bathroom and I'm chilling with these razor blades
Yea
Now all i ever see is gray
Never seems to change everyday's a different shade
Spending all my time hanging with my magic eight
Shaking in my hand asking if I'm about to die today
Some days i just wanna go and fly away
What would happen if I went and I just died today
I mean shit
I'm basically standing in my grave
Living everyday the same
This shits a fucking daze
(Fuck)
I'm about to go and set a date
You know for my death i should probably get the tape
No more singing from my soul so i cant escape
And call me crazy but some people just cannot relate
Fuck it
I'm just singing for myself now
Everywhere i look i aint ever helped out
People meet then they end up with a frown
Cause i tell them what i think then they leave with self-doubt
(Ugh shit)
Met my first friend in a ditch
Blade up in my hand so my hand turn to a fist
Parent to the kid i was feeling parentless
I'm a child to the parent that's a slap up on the wrist
(Shit)
Every time i tell you you just go and shake it off
He's just fucking joking he ain't really give it all
All these bad thoughts he don't really fucking mean them
Guess the only way to set an example is to achieve it
Then
Fuck it
I guess i dont really need you then
I'm just gonna go out in the morning guess I'll see you then
Yea
Find a way to just be me again
Tryna beat the pressure but i never could've beat the pen
Yea
I dont take the time to take it in
Writing all these thoughts from my head that I'll never see again
Yea
I just wanna go and see the end
Being that close to death i don't wanna meet again
Yea
Maybe i can go and be the man
Going out to the public and mother fucking take a stand
I dont really know I'm kinda feeling really worried yea
I'm a soft spoken guy I'm feeling kinda nervous yea
Credits
Writer(s): Julian Almazan
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