Young
I don't wanna be awake
No more
I don't wanna feel the pain
No more
Might grab a blade
And run out the door
I'm a coward
Yeah man
That's for sure
Too young for this
Had enough of this
Misconception and all the arrogance
Try your best, they say
I'm depressed, I say
Mentally, I say
I have gone insane
And I can't explain it
Is life what you make it
Stuck inside a matrix
I can't fucking take it
I ain't okay and I'm tired of trying to fake it
I'm sorry, momma
But your baby boy ain't gonna make it
I've felt this way since the age of fifteen
Lost myself somewhere in between
I'm scared and alone
And my heart is racing
My legs have grown tired from the mindless pacing
Don't wanna die young
I wanna grow old
But everyday I feel closer to my threshold
One day I'm gonna be a story untold
Life is like a game of poker
I'm trying not to fold
Pick myself up from this floor
This pain in my mind I can't ignore
I admit I'm afraid
Don't know what's in store
Don't know what's in store
Get your rest, they say
Don't be stressed, they say
You're too young for this
Pick your head up a bit
Get your rest, they say
Don't be stressed, they say
You're too young for this
Pick your head up a bit
No more
I don't wanna feel the pain
No more
Might grab a blade
And run out the door
I'm a coward
Yeah man
That's for sure
Too young for this
Had enough of this
Misconception and all the arrogance
Try your best, they say
I'm depressed, I say
Mentally, I say
I have gone insane
And I can't explain it
Is life what you make it
Stuck inside a matrix
I can't fucking take it
I ain't okay and I'm tired of trying to fake it
I'm sorry, momma
But your baby boy ain't gonna make it
I've felt this way since the age of fifteen
Lost myself somewhere in between
I'm scared and alone
And my heart is racing
My legs have grown tired from the mindless pacing
Don't wanna die young
I wanna grow old
But everyday I feel closer to my threshold
One day I'm gonna be a story untold
Life is like a game of poker
I'm trying not to fold
Pick myself up from this floor
This pain in my mind I can't ignore
I admit I'm afraid
Don't know what's in store
Don't know what's in store
Get your rest, they say
Don't be stressed, they say
You're too young for this
Pick your head up a bit
Get your rest, they say
Don't be stressed, they say
You're too young for this
Pick your head up a bit
Credits
Writer(s): Destin Gonzales
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