Distractions
I think I find it kinda hard to focus sometimes
Sit looking up at the stars, as I forget another rhyme, another line
Wishing I wouldn't get so distracted
Hating on myself cause I really should be passed this
I don't want to pop a pill, please don't make me take your medicine
Stuck inside my head like an unnatural denizen
Let the world pass me by with all its distractions, attractions, transitions
It's getting hard to breath it's pushing on my chest wishing I could just be me
It's fogging up my thoughts, and it's difficult to see
I'm on the brink of giving up, I'm falling to my knees
It's easy to forget, as I get pushed by the breeze
I could write a song or I could sit in paralysis
Thinking I'm the best is a poor mans analysis
The pain of knowing that I could definitely be better
Hurts a lot more when I can't quite remember
Why I even starting writing songs in the first place
I'm out of inspiration and I'm starting to lose face
I'm really not special, in any shape or form
I'm just a kid who likes to record on his phone
Got 30 views and I was feeling ecstatic
Lost 23 and it fucked my mechanics
Though to be perfectly honest, I really don't care
I just like to write these songs to put my thoughts in the air
My feelings in the open
Won't put my back to the wall
I want to stand tough, but it hurts to stand tall
I'm tired of these feelings, they will not get a reaction
All they do is sit around and serve as a distraction
It makes my brain feel numb, like a mix of darkened colors
"Just focus on yourself, never compare yourself to others
Pretty easy to say when you sit atop the rest
And everyday doesn't put your brain to the test
With this fucked up teacher, that I like to call life
Really taught me a lot, just not how to deal with the strife
Though I guess it's my fault I caused all this
These burdens of my problems have been getting hard to lift
My room feels dirty, and my head is in pain
Though Nowadays, I find I really do enjoy the rain
I like to imagine that it's washing away my problems
And maybe one day that I will get to blossom
Metamorphosize into a beautiful butterfly
One that's not depressed and one that's allowed to say goodbye
Sit looking up at the stars, as I forget another rhyme, another line
Wishing I wouldn't get so distracted
Hating on myself cause I really should be passed this
I don't want to pop a pill, please don't make me take your medicine
Stuck inside my head like an unnatural denizen
Let the world pass me by with all its distractions, attractions, transitions
It's getting hard to breath it's pushing on my chest wishing I could just be me
It's fogging up my thoughts, and it's difficult to see
I'm on the brink of giving up, I'm falling to my knees
It's easy to forget, as I get pushed by the breeze
I could write a song or I could sit in paralysis
Thinking I'm the best is a poor mans analysis
The pain of knowing that I could definitely be better
Hurts a lot more when I can't quite remember
Why I even starting writing songs in the first place
I'm out of inspiration and I'm starting to lose face
I'm really not special, in any shape or form
I'm just a kid who likes to record on his phone
Got 30 views and I was feeling ecstatic
Lost 23 and it fucked my mechanics
Though to be perfectly honest, I really don't care
I just like to write these songs to put my thoughts in the air
My feelings in the open
Won't put my back to the wall
I want to stand tough, but it hurts to stand tall
I'm tired of these feelings, they will not get a reaction
All they do is sit around and serve as a distraction
It makes my brain feel numb, like a mix of darkened colors
"Just focus on yourself, never compare yourself to others
Pretty easy to say when you sit atop the rest
And everyday doesn't put your brain to the test
With this fucked up teacher, that I like to call life
Really taught me a lot, just not how to deal with the strife
Though I guess it's my fault I caused all this
These burdens of my problems have been getting hard to lift
My room feels dirty, and my head is in pain
Though Nowadays, I find I really do enjoy the rain
I like to imagine that it's washing away my problems
And maybe one day that I will get to blossom
Metamorphosize into a beautiful butterfly
One that's not depressed and one that's allowed to say goodbye
Credits
Writer(s): Dakota Neal
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