See Through Me
We lost a brother to a mental war
His spirit was broken
Nobody could tell
On days that I'm open y'all ain't walking in
Tell me about shoulders but won't let me lean
Oooye
It started in the early hours of the morning
When I tried to take my soul away
Set myself free from my mind
But won't set me free cause I might
End up in the fire
Don't wanna go to hell
But why does it feel like nobodyyyyy
Yeah
Why can't you see through me
Nobody knew I needed to be saved
Why can't you come help me
You didn't know I needed therapy
You left me all to bleed
Blamed it all on the son of the dead
Why can't you come help me
You didn't know I needed therapy
There's a sweet around the sun
But life ain't been like that
I lost my Jesus touch
I lost my reason son
don't know where I keep my gun
The gun is the Bible
Can't shoot the devil he might win
Sometimes at night he does win
No prayers up to my King
I agree I need him
No friends give what you're needing
Can't blame y'all
You had your things to handle
Don't wanna be...
But I really needed you
Now I'm seeking Godly therapy
He sees through me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Why can't you see through me
Nobody knew I needed to be saved
Why can't you come help me
You didn't know I needed therapy
You left me all to bleed
Blamed it all on the son of the dead
Why can't you come help me
You didn't know I needed therapy
His spirit was broken
Nobody could tell
On days that I'm open y'all ain't walking in
Tell me about shoulders but won't let me lean
Oooye
It started in the early hours of the morning
When I tried to take my soul away
Set myself free from my mind
But won't set me free cause I might
End up in the fire
Don't wanna go to hell
But why does it feel like nobodyyyyy
Yeah
Why can't you see through me
Nobody knew I needed to be saved
Why can't you come help me
You didn't know I needed therapy
You left me all to bleed
Blamed it all on the son of the dead
Why can't you come help me
You didn't know I needed therapy
There's a sweet around the sun
But life ain't been like that
I lost my Jesus touch
I lost my reason son
don't know where I keep my gun
The gun is the Bible
Can't shoot the devil he might win
Sometimes at night he does win
No prayers up to my King
I agree I need him
No friends give what you're needing
Can't blame y'all
You had your things to handle
Don't wanna be...
But I really needed you
Now I'm seeking Godly therapy
He sees through me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Me
Why can't you see through me
Nobody knew I needed to be saved
Why can't you come help me
You didn't know I needed therapy
You left me all to bleed
Blamed it all on the son of the dead
Why can't you come help me
You didn't know I needed therapy
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Ushe
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