People are doubting me
Why aren’t you proud of me
Why aren’t you helping me up
In a battle because I am bout to be
Holding a thousand pieces of reality
Coming right outta me
I feel anxiety come
I don’t know what does it want
Voices are screaming so loud at me
Bout to become my own casualty
I feel like Forrest I run. Huh?
I don’t know what’s going on
But I always feel like I am down in the slumps
Traveled the world 3 times in a months
Spent my time just writing a bunch
Fighting for hope
Hiding from love
Writing my lyrics the back of the bus
Searching for stones, snap into dust
Can’t be enough as a passenger jumps (yeah)