Reflection

Always get depressed at the wrong times Try to rehabilitate why I write rhymes Don’t even know when I’m fine Sometimes just wanna go and flatline Always messin up but don’t really want to die So I sit at night and force myself to cry Livin on the grounds that it’s harder than to die Pull myself up when there’s no one at my side Ima be the first to tell you true shit I’ll bet none of y’all would have knew this So don’t hurt yourself in tryin to view this People been actin hella abusive Big guy got a soft heart When his daddy died tore him apart Made jokes and got really dark Tried love but that’s hard When nobody loves you romantically And you tryin frantically To keep yo self happy Then you turn to rapping Make some hardcore shit Turn tears to anger just want to make it Wanna be the greatest But you get depressed and rhymes become basic Most people would never guess That a young white boy whos hella blessed Would ever be in a spot to be depressed But what would you do when you got no one left? Always get depressed at the wrong times Try to rehabilitate why I write rhymes Don’t even know when I’m fine Sometimes just wanna go and flatline Always messin up but don’t really want to die So I sit at night and force myself to cry Livin on the grounds that it’s harder than to die Pull myself up when there’s no one at my side Always get depressed at the wrong times But when is the right time? When is the right time? When is the right time?