Too Much On My Chest
Is my mind a prison cause
It feels like all these negative thoughts
Are getting captured in my head
As i open my eyes i feel like im on a different planet
But its not its just the world changing
As Soon i need Advice all my comrades start disappearing
I feel like crying but i dont want to look delicate
I be Sleeping on Tha World Cause i'm so Tired of it
Too Many People Full me With Hope
Which Turn Out To Lies They Tell me that im Crazy
Maybe if you were in my Shoes
You could see what i grew up with
Maybe You could feel the Pain
That i had to Deal With
They quick look then judge but never stop to think
Maybe i should give this person a chance
Pain never sleeps
Never take a break
Pain Will only Stop When you start to
Shatter and Break?
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