It all started July 9th, 2018 when I woke up on my 25th birthday and realized I couldn't face the day without reaching for a drink I had no one to care for, nothing to care about, no direction in life A passion with no talent That's when I turned to the mirror and noticed that the cracks in my skin started to form I'm getting old I guess a glimmer of hope appeared when I was offered a chance to follow my dream career But it just made me feel so alone So I turned back to the mirror and continued to watch the cracks in my skin grow This failed being was my deepest anxiety What if I die alone So, I just scoffed, leaving home I turned to God just for someone to talk to I never believed before and I still don't But it was nice to say it out loud At least there was one constant thing that kept me grounded and that was her I wrote her a letter to explain how I hoped she'd never leave By this point I realized I had become a burden to everyone around me One thing stuck in my head, no man told asked for help I began to remember my father who passed when I was young And I started to think perhaps it's my turn With such thoughts of death in my head, I started to realize I was already dead cause I was alone I pictured my ideal heaven Just a beach I grew up in With all of the people that I used to know And I began to think of my mother And I began to think I want to see her again So I guess now this is just something to leave behind I'm a mento, a token, or just something to remember me byTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
