Verse 1-
14 months since you've heard my voice i've been stuck on my tape for 36
guess I only write when I don't have a choice right now there's some things that I need to fix

Hate to steal another artist's flow but this one represents something more than me, hoped you'd hear it mixed with these lyrics and realize where i'm standing morally.
Same place where i've always stood filling the same shoes that I always should, walking down an unfamiliar path and you got my back while i'm misunderstood.
And that's hard to come by back when we were kids you prolly hated me,

You said we're making up for lost time this clock on my wall keeps racing me. Complacency, got me doin' a whole lot of nothing, back when I was 13 I thought by 21 that i'd be famous for something.
Guess that I lost sight of that tryina fit in places I thought were better.
Still I stand without a $#&@ to give about scholarships or varsity letters.

Let go of what made me me, here I am writing my way back.
Startin' off with a letter to those who can't take the things they didn't say back.
If I lose my mind, to things the rest of me ignores I'm telling you sorry ahead of time won't let you bare a burden that's not yours.

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Every girl i've been friends with has fell victim, Hating me like it's my fault and I picked 'em
I did not sign up for this

Tried to be someone you could depend on without a sour note for you to end on
It's never what I intend on hurtin' the ones I love it's not what I do
these days every decision I make comes back around and falls right on you,

And you and you-yes i'm talking to all of you
thats why I know right now I need to fade to black there's no coming back from what we've been through
Maybe I'm not what you deserve and I'm the only one that's doubting me

But I realize looking in your eyes i'm not everything you think i'm cut out to be
Doubtfully, your one worded reply
Who would've thought just doin' my thing would turn me into the bad guy?

Knowin' now you're coming round i'm picking up you're backing down and imma leave this (*##$ before everyone's coming back to town.
Don't worry I wont lose touch even if i'm not doin' much till then i'm in the studio telling myself
Don't think about it too much

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