Letters

Sit the fuck back sit the fuck down
This is not about you this is about me
Don't you see, don't you see
I'm writing my own story
I had to take a step back from the black
And grab life so I don't collapse, collapse
Put my feet back on the ground
Where I feel safe
You hear my sound around up and down
My own enemy is me that is how I get the energy to write
Not fight maybe one day I will take flight
I don't write to write
I write to get out of my head and put my demons to bed
Hoping they will rest
I wear my heart with a bullet proof vest
With a X on my chest
I open my heart but there is nothing left, nothing left
But my best nothing less, nothing less
Don't you see I put my all into this shit
You fucking disgrace me for not making a hit
I know I'm ah piece of shit, piece of shit
It's sad I can't make a song without someone hatting it
I can't make a song without someone hatting it
It's sad I still have all of these burdens on my chest
I do my best to put them to rest
Lock them in a chest an throw away the key
I have given up on so many things in my life
One of those being myself
I want my mom to be proud of me
But that can't be you see
I'm running from the Pain
I'm running from the Hurt
I'm running from the Rain
I'm running from the Worst
I'm running from the Heat
I'm running from the Curse
I'm running from me, I'm running from me
I need to stop spending my whole life running
I do my best to not regret
For me to get better I had to write some letters
I wrote a letter about the Hurt
About the Pain
About the Black
About the Crash
About the Fake
About the Hate
I wrote a letter to Track
To my Mom
To my Dad
To Mason
To Sydney
To my mother fuckin' Family
Dear Evan I promise I will always have your back
I will always be your home
Look how much you've grown all alone
Even in the dark the devil will tear you apart
To start give your heart to God
Sincerely, Evan