8Ball

I spend days in a room The impression of a tomb No one ever talks No one ever calls I keep staring at these walls And in the moment I just pause I've gotta walk before I crawl But in my mind I start to Shelter all my thoughts into an 8ball Wish that I could make it but if I don't I don't hate y'all Somethings gonna break soon Talking to myself inside a break room Where music is my outlet Plugging all these holes inside my chest like it's an outlet Wont let my flame die or be out lit Everyone's different I still wear the same outfits Too lazy to be out fit At least if I don't make it I'll be out lived Cherish what I have until the storm bears an outage Out-age with no fear to climb up a mountain So high but I still remain grounded Collect rocks till I feel like I've amounted Can't see what I'm heading towards To ward the light to my darkness I need a sword Never had a lot of money I was always poor I know there's people in this crowd with the tears that I poured Like one day I'll go on tour With broken promise that I couldn't afford In a broken down car that resembles a ford I go to battle with myself but I'm still Losing the war On what planet do I meet my accord Tie the noose around my neck All it needs is a cord I'm sorry I can't make you happy I'm still sad when I'm laughing