Paralyzed

Can I get you out of my mind tired of getting
Played I'm not your puppet you said you lost
Your all but it's hard to believe It

I Put my trust in my enemies more then my
Friends on this road alone I don't get
Phone calls I got you off my mind the roads

Leading down a narrow path I need
A therophy session i regret my coldness

I wake up broke and bitter go to sleep
Rich and famous inside but that's shits
Just ego told me to just let it go and
Move on I wish I could I'm just not that

Type I take a small situation and paint
A bigger picture I step out of bounds
A lot trying to break boundaries that

Seem impossible I don't need a pastor
For my achievements I see the world
Through broken lenses tension building

Telling them I didn't sign up for this
But they won't believe me life is too short
I don't have to prove anything I let

My actions speak on my behalf 3 years
Later I'm still the same never holding back

There is things I do need to address hoping
City to city selling cds on the corners came
Close to holding the cane all these things

I just can't forget I gotta move like this
I can't live like this I don't hear a thing

When they yell my name I stand here
With no choice but to show my old self

I don't pick up calls a lot of issues that
Are seen going through motions lying
To my friends wasting time I didn't know

I could be forgotten like that the worlds
Got me feeling paralyzed confused on what
To do traumatized by my past I try to hold

It together looking in the mirror and saying
You don't need help it's all a lie I traded my
Joy for fame I hate it insecurities getting

The best of me don't like the impressions
And negative energy makes me feel
Dark and trapped like a bird stuck into in a
Cage crying for help

Can I get you out of my mind tired of getting
Played I'm not your puppet you said you lost
Your all but it's hard to believe It I
Put my trust in my enemies more then my
Friends on this road alone feeling paralyzed

I sacrificed a lot of things to live this
Lifestyle while building a low profile it
Like I have to take the extra square
Mile when I needed help and dialed they
We're hostile had to get up and take
The exit it's not worth my while this life

Has my bones aching like I'm getting old
But in reality these stress issues eating me
Inside out and I just don't know what to do
About it



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Writer(s): Arafat Akhmadovich Khasratov
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