Blue 2

I don't want to write about my sadness but I'm slipping and I feel like nobody knows
People want me to be sane cause potential, yet I feel I'm standing here all on my own
Always alone
Like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Don't try to tell me how to feel no more more more more more
Know imma keep it honest what I'm feeling

Bout my sadness but I'm slipping and I feel like nobody knows
People want me to be sane cause potential, yet I feel I'm standing here all on my own
Always alone
Like whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Don't try to tell me how to feel no more more more more more
Know imma keep it honest what I'm feeling
I

Really hate myself a lot
My Pandora's Box really need a key and lock
I'm still soft, you can't really turn depression off
I don't talk to the family cause they piss me off
I want to grind and bury feeling if I'm taking off
Be so busy I don't see the time that past as lost
If love will find me when I'm ready, should I feel that I've lost
It's like I sacrifice my smile for all the things that I want
And I'm tired
Smiling through pain hurts the most when you can't find a reason to smile
Truth is I still want to die and what used to be inches, I move closer to it by miles
It's just the circumstances to the life you've been given
If everyone could they would change
Finding it hard to believe from the people around me
When they hope it all stays the same
If I can't be me, then can I really bare the weight of when they call me Peace
In all my silence that I'm suffering internally
And feeling doomed to drown within it all eternally
I want hope
I want those days where the rays of the sun break through all of the clouds
I want the strength to believe in my mother and all of those times
She says I've made her proud
Want to believe
Better is coming and all of my work will not rot in the ground
If I'm on my way out, I'd rather die knowing my heart is full being free from the doubt
Lost in the moment, when I come to all I hear is the ringing of all of the shouts
I've wanted out, all of these years cause deep down it just doesn't feel like it's my bout
Know that it'd worry the people around me if I let these habits consume me again
That's why I kept quiet, it'd hurt them to know
That those feelings continue existing and win
And when I erupt, I end up losing my mind
Cutting ties, why would I hold them back
It's probably better if they find a way to forget about me, still they keep coming back
That feeling's torture
People that give you their time because they're seeing traits you cannot
Like it's all a plot
If they want something from me, I can't help seeing that in a lot
I know they want better
Know when they pray for my happiness, every word spoken is true
I need them to notice
Need understanding that things are contorted when you're feeling blue