Old Cases

I'm tryna paint a picture
Where I ain't got so much stress
Where I can see and understand
Just how much I'm Blessed
Cause I hold tight to the thought
Or a belief as they say
That's it's gonna get better
Just as long as I pray

When I wake I smile
Hoping for better days
Why I love, why I hate
Cause I'm stuck in my ways
Old cases like photographs
Memories fade
But them people in them photos
It seems they don't change

I used think they did
But it's all a facade
We are who we are
No matter how far
We go, what we wear
Our makeup or our hair
What we drive
Where we work
Who We Are is still there

I try so hard to move on
I try so hard to be strong
That's why I'm writing this song
I been hurt for so long
I ain't got too much hope left
I'm losing my focus
Thought I could
Change the World
But I'm cursed Hocus Pocus

Too see beyond sight
Still Stuck in this life
I feed off of the energy
Of darkness and light
Or our life and our emotions
Cut deeper than the Ocean
I wear on my skin like it's lotion
Old cases I open



Credits
Writer(s): Amelia Adams
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