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they asking why its i, the doesn't cry
frowing away from the tears,to shy
its the same reason y'all don't fight
when the governments acting like they always right
its the fear, that somethings near, its like its right there
but theres none else that even cares
I get that ****, asking why i do it
when i screw it up when **** gets thick but show nothing like i could give two shits
Its me, and this is how i do it
Chorus
Listening to this beat, moving my feet
but knowing what i writes coming up weak
thinking the job **** ain't really all on fleak
but i try, no matter how hard it may seem
see, that the difference, to hide it
rather then exploit it, that the ****
that makes me feel like i fit
you don't know the feeling?
like none of this shits appealing,
like the final door is finally sealing
and no other way can you be healing
Chorus
The tears i cry, made me the present guy
going through ****, having my best friend die
and living my life like its one big lie
I seen my life turn
the way fires burn
and its a cycle and i never seem to learn
but still i search with no concern
this the way i live
i strive, to find the real reason why
i don't like to cry i show that by how i shy,
its not cuz imma guy, even when my friends have died
i show them through the ways i act,
and that my only fact
like walking on a floor of tacks
its like i could give two craps but i do i show it i do i wish that i could live it too
but i need someone to help me through
its true,i do i need my helper
i need you...
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