Bad Mood

Yeah the world won't stop cause I'm in a bad mood
And the world don't care if you make that move
It's on you, and only you
Don't get it twisted, if you want it, go get it
Before it's too late to get it
Before it's too late, you compromised and sacrificed my mental health
Was it worth it when you told me to just to go to hell
When all I wanted was your hand or just a little help
I know that I'm trying so sick of just hiding and fighting
All night, Your low, I'm low, we low
The goal, the road, ain't always cold like it seems
And I see it in my dreams
There's a means to an end, and we were happier then

Well that was then this is now
Why'd you leave me lost and found
Searching for you in the crowd, I can't find you in or out
What's that about
Mad at me wilding out
Doubters will always doubt
Better without the clout ayee
I don't need the fame, all the media attention
I'm just here to help the little kids who battle with the tension
From their parents who's marriage is broken and damaged
My mom and dad fought like this, I wonder why I'm like this

But It's too late, they compromised and sacrificed my mental health
Was it worth it when you told me to just to go to hell
When all I wanted was your hand and just a little help
I know that I'm trying so sick of just hiding and fighting
All night, Your low, I'm low, we low
The goal, the road, ain't always cold like it seems
And I see it in my dreams
There's a means to an end, and we were happier then

They think that I was just too young, I remember like it's yesterday
The broken glass, loud screaming in the hallway
I was nervous and scared, wasn't quite prepared
For the end results of being told, wish I wasn't there
But I was and I lived it out alone
It's a long long road when you don't know where to go
The influence of others start to weigh on you the most
And the mother I once had, slipped away and now she's gone

But It's too late, they compromised and sacrificed my mental health
Was it worth it when you told me to just to go to hell
When all I wanted was your hand or just a little help
I know that I'm trying so sick of just hiding and fighting
All night, Your low, I'm low, we low
The goal, the road, ain't always cold like it seems
And I see it in my dreams
There's a means to an end, and we were happier then weren't we



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Writer(s): Troy Eggeling
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