Before It's Too Late

I'm here in the dark I can't really see
Can you see my path I'm losing the fight
I'm not winning wars I don't really see
Can you tell my score
Just tell me I'll do it I don't wanna think
I don't wanna listen just pass me my ink
I want to write things down before I hit bed
My pen knows my sorrow it knows when I'm stressed

Boy come here open the door
I wanna see the sun before me
Can you also help me to store
Tomorrow you won't have to support me
I know that you're troubled by me
Know that my knuckles now bleed

Maybe my life is a blessing I'm hating too much
I'm thinking too hard and I'm holding this grudge
If no one is judging me I am the judge
The critics are shadows I'm walking in front
What if it's only me who's blaming me
It's only me who's dragging me down
Time I calm down not act like a clown
I hope that it's not too late
I'm not really old still I'm scared of the date
Hope I'm strong enough to open the gates
Hope some friends would stay with me late
I still do shit that I don't like to do
Being happy in life is no more my pursuit
Every shit I make I do not recruit
I put in the labor but where are my fruits

Boy come here open the door
I wanna see the sun before me
Can you also help me to store
Tomorrow you won't have to support me
I know that you're troubled by me
Know that my knuckles now bleed

Boy come open the door
I know that you're troubled by me

Boy come here open the door
I wanna see the sun before me
Can you also help me to store
Tomorrow you won't have to support me
I know that you're troubled by me
Know that my knuckles now bleed



Credits
Writer(s): Alfred Brain Aborga, Utkarsh Kumar Singh
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