Vent.

I feel like you don’t want me to make it I feel like past life I made a deal with satan I feel like it’s not as easy as its complicated I feel like my ego’s been confiscated I feel like 27 years of life my mind’s been jaded I put the bottle down I’m irrational faded I feel afraid of success I hate celebrations It’s maybe why I’m depressed and I constantly chase it How I’m in the mirror everyday and I still can’t face it So deep in my lies I been living complacent Can’t look in my eyes dog I’m too damn ashamed She yelling on my line but I don’t recognize the name It’s a fucked up feeling when you’re comfortable in pain It’s been weighing on my cardiac No longer asking where the party at Moving too fast a car crash really brought me back Metaphorically this been brewing way before me I’m just now waking to midnight coffee Don’t talk to me Ya voice is such a trigger and it’s killing me softly like a bullet to my stomach The first 48 I was really gone done it My finger slipped off the trigger and I fell in my vomit Passed out and I woke up astonished No I’m not done yet Too much to accomplish F*ck it I’m a live