The Art of Dying
Sitting in silence but my heart is crying
Darkness all around but the stars are shining
People don't understand just how hard I'm trying
But I'm dealing with scars that won't heal, this is the art of dying
Lately I've been having trouble keeping my head up
I've been living reckless, I haven't been going to bed enough
I'm trying to be positive, but it's difficult when you're around so much negativity
I keep myself to myself, but when I speak it's always with credibility
It's like I've got the right gloves on but I'm in the wrong ring
I'm comfortable being the underdog, I'm not ready to be a king
I keep my circle small, I don't care to be popular
I'll never duck a fight the way Deontay Wilder is ducking Anthony Joshua
I can't lie I miss her, but I'll act like I don't care
Because that's the only way to move on
I could try to talk about it, but she won't hear
I need to let my heart fully heal before I find a new one
I was forced to let go of things I wasn't hoping to lose
I wonder if you ever think about some of the Conversations I spoken with you
You were the only person I ever fully opened up to
But anytime I pick up a pen and write my emotions are loose
Going out weekly and throwing money at my favourite dancer who's stripping in the club
Life is breaking me down and I'm just trying to hold me together
No one seems to know that I'm more lonely than ever
They think I enjoy going out to the clubs and don't understand I'm just wishing for a hug
Sitting in silence but my heart is crying
Darkness all around, but I'm thankful that the stars are shining
I thought this was the art of dying
But I'm ready to bounce back because I've mastered the art of surviving
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