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I am a true introvert Only known feeling is hurt Tell me please what am I worth If my hearts treated like dirt? Don't know but feel like I'm cursed Feelings made people disperse Always scared to say what's on my brain so I'm faking a smirk No it's not good for my health But mostly keep to myself Like I give everyone hell If I cracked open my shell Letting my emotions swell Feeling like I'm needing help Will my legacy prevail Or am I just destined to fail? I don't place any at fault Just find it too hard to talk In my mind, alone I walk Including how battles are fought I have let my past direct the Actions of feeling distraught When people ask me, "what's the matter?" I choke up and shrug it all off Sorry to my friends who feel Like I just hate them for real Swear to god it's not the case Just too much pain that never heals Even if I never had to worry 'Bout paying the bills Getting signed I still feel Like I'm just better off killed (1,2,3,4) This how the story goes Grinding til skin and bones Battling feeling alone (5,6,7,8) Counting the rest of my days For happiness I always pray Hoping it isn't too late (1,2,3,4) This how the story goes Grinding til skin and bones Battling feeling alone (5,6,7,8) Counting the rest of my days For happiness I always pray Hoping it isn't too late Do I even belong? Thought has been hanging on strong No matter how many songs I write, it's hard to hold on Wishing God colored me gone I know to think of it's wrong But be honest if I was dead Would it be hard to move on? Maybe to mom but Others guess I'll never know Despite competitions won No one's attended my shows I gave free copies to people Of albums that cost me some O's Just to have them thrown on the Ground without hearing my soul Why continue today? I don't get radio play I don't have a music video So you notice my face The fact I'm still doing this 14 years in the game Is the textbook definition Of going insane Or maybe I should chill I should go back on pills Maybe give up happiness And try picking up a new field Cuz even if I never had to worry 'Bout paying the bills Getting signed I still feel Like I'm just better off killed (1,2,3,4) This how the story goes Grinding til skin and bones Battling feeling alone (5,6,7,8) Counting the rest of my days For happiness I always pray Hoping it isn't too late (1,2,3,4) This how the story goes Grinding til skin and bones Battling feeling alone (5,6,7,8) Counting the rest of my days For happiness I always pray Or sent to an early grave