Got a lot of stuff to say I’m not scared to get reveling I don’t pay for therapy I get paid to speak my feelings Reach my hand inside my throat Pull my heart up in the hope Somebody see through the smoke Recognize their not alone I don’t promise answers I can probably promos problems tho I got lots of thought bout impossibles and obstacles Alternate my strategy based on the given day Some days I’m a break through, Somedays I'm about to break Everything I say feels a little bit fake When I feel my instability making my nerves shake Maybe this was a mistake Making them think I’m ok Now their looking at me like: Tell me who I’m supposed to be But what’s the other option? Keep my progress to myself? And pretend I’m in the same place as when I wrote Get Well? Nah, I crawled to the nail to get outta that hell And I’m not taking contacts incase you can’t tell But if you wanna talk about the label, I can do that too Oh never mind, I think I signed an NDA But I’m not sure Everyone’s got their ideas about how to make it through D.I.Y ‘Till we die I’ve got army on the loose! (I’m not dancing! Oh your still trying to f**k with me? Hahaha...) (Did we get it???)
Written by: Ariel Bloomer
Submitted by: Moon~Chan on April 13, 2021
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