So in every art one realizes
There comes a point where your will is exhausted
You've tried everything to make something work
And it won't work
Who am I?
I've been losing bits and pieces of what made me me
Wretched mind
I've been laying in the dirt it's getting harder to breathe
Honestly depression has been tearing down the walls
I cannot control my thoughts or anything at all
Sometimes I call for help
It's too hard to love myself
I've been so lost and I'm feeling stuck
I don't need the therapy I just need love
Go to bed empty and I wake up feeling numb
I don't wanna go to work don't wanna keep it up
At the top of the equator wanna live inside a cabin
Write all of my thoughts inside a book and never track it
Sometimes I talk to god but I never get replies
Bet you can tell I'm losing faith in these tired eyes
I don't wanna grow old
I close my eyes
I just wanna find home
No I'm not alright
Who am I?
I've been losing bits and pieces of what made me me
Wretched mind
I've been laying in the dirt it's getting harder to breathe
Honestly depression has been tearing down the walls
I cannot control my thoughts or anything at all
Sometimes I call for help
It's too hard to love myself
I don't wanna grow old
I close my eyes
I just wanna find home
No I'm not alright
And then to achieve the perfection of the art
Something has to happen of itself
Which we variously call grace inspiration or tyrique
And the problem that everyone's wanted to know
Is how to make that happen