LONER
Yeah
Walking through my childhood, ain't nobody freeing me
Locked up with just the help from myself, I can't think clearly
Spiralling thought process
When do I leave the people who make me worse?
Having the weight of carrying my own wellbeing is a curse (ai)
Ain't heard someone tell me they're proud of me in a long time
I think the last time was probably around the age nine
Choosing to write songs, expressing my thoughts, acting like I'm fine
Seeing a few therapists but they couldn't see the signs
School and college drop out, tagged as a fuck up
Took an interest in writing rhymes
Listen, shut the fuck up
I let my hopes get destroyed too many times in the past
Hoping one day I had two parents there for me, nobody lasts
Yeah
Abandonment issues, as the side effect
Over some selfish, childish reasons
That's why I had to disconnect (fuck you)
Wishful thinking, I guess it's my fault
That I wanted a better family, add a pinch of fucking salt
Joe Harrow
You see, I knew a lot of fake people
The type to pretend that they're there for you, trust is lethal
Confused, I couldn't see the signs of why I had the blues
Behind every promise was a bad intention
Nothing they said was true
Writing depressive shit about everything I once hated (yeah)
Self made, independent in case I haven't stated (ai)
I've been mixed up with some real evil bitches I dated
Had my album finished a year ago
But I couldn't stop writing shit, so I waited
Like the man Harrow, best kept to myself (ten out of ten)
Appear at random times, only moving around in stealth
Stuck in my stubborn ways, can't ask for help
Bottle up and ready to explode, bad for my health
Yeah
Walking through my childhood, ain't nobody freeing me
Locked up with just the help from myself, I can't think clearly
Spiralling thought process
When do I leave the people who make me worse?
Having the weight of carrying my own wellbeing is a curse (ai)
Walking through my childhood, ain't nobody freeing me
Locked up with just the help from myself, I can't think clearly
Spiralling thought process
When do I leave the people who make me worse?
Having the weight of carrying my own wellbeing is a curse
Walking through my childhood, ain't nobody freeing me
Locked up with just the help from myself, I can't think clearly
Spiralling thought process
When do I leave the people who make me worse?
Having the weight of carrying my own wellbeing is a curse (ai)
Ain't heard someone tell me they're proud of me in a long time
I think the last time was probably around the age nine
Choosing to write songs, expressing my thoughts, acting like I'm fine
Seeing a few therapists but they couldn't see the signs
School and college drop out, tagged as a fuck up
Took an interest in writing rhymes
Listen, shut the fuck up
I let my hopes get destroyed too many times in the past
Hoping one day I had two parents there for me, nobody lasts
Yeah
Abandonment issues, as the side effect
Over some selfish, childish reasons
That's why I had to disconnect (fuck you)
Wishful thinking, I guess it's my fault
That I wanted a better family, add a pinch of fucking salt
Joe Harrow
You see, I knew a lot of fake people
The type to pretend that they're there for you, trust is lethal
Confused, I couldn't see the signs of why I had the blues
Behind every promise was a bad intention
Nothing they said was true
Writing depressive shit about everything I once hated (yeah)
Self made, independent in case I haven't stated (ai)
I've been mixed up with some real evil bitches I dated
Had my album finished a year ago
But I couldn't stop writing shit, so I waited
Like the man Harrow, best kept to myself (ten out of ten)
Appear at random times, only moving around in stealth
Stuck in my stubborn ways, can't ask for help
Bottle up and ready to explode, bad for my health
Yeah
Walking through my childhood, ain't nobody freeing me
Locked up with just the help from myself, I can't think clearly
Spiralling thought process
When do I leave the people who make me worse?
Having the weight of carrying my own wellbeing is a curse (ai)
Walking through my childhood, ain't nobody freeing me
Locked up with just the help from myself, I can't think clearly
Spiralling thought process
When do I leave the people who make me worse?
Having the weight of carrying my own wellbeing is a curse
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Writer(s): Joseph Ash
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