I'm tired, of preaching out my soul Too tight, to make it out alone I'll make my life the best I wanted For you and me But I Oh I can only dream I can only reach my goals, with all your seeds And I believe that trees Will wither even if you try and tends its' needs Cause my faith is not the worst it's been It's hard for me to let folks in Cause of your edges, that's why I've had enough So can I just say that I'm tired, of preaching out my soul Too tight, to make it out alone I'll make my life the best I wanted For you and me But I I don't fucking know a thing Please answer, why you test me Put a lot of fear underneath my skin Had a real bad day, now you only stress me I doubt myself in my decisions Take care for a life that I never had Trying to tell the world, but it never listens May be left for dead Wouldn't make me sad I'm getting used to shit I'm getting used to this