This years been a tough one
There’s nothing left for me to run from
Hit a low point back in June this year
All my progress, undone
I’ll never talk to no therapist so he could give me pills, I don’t want none
I started writing bout real sh#t, I’m sick of writing corny love songs
I buried my issues
I’ve got some to this day that I’ll never admit to
The man in the mirror said “nothing can fix you, except for a pistol”
The smarter I get, the more that I miss the ignorance, it was blissful
At least, now I tell the difference from the real, and the superficial
Three-hundred-sixty-five days
Left wrinkles in my face
I don’t like the man I’ve made
Looking at him makes my eyes ache
I need to change, if I’m gonna die then ima’ die great
I got something to prove, I wanna prove that I can make my life change
I’m sixteen and got grey hairs
It’s f#cked up, this sh#t ain’t fair
Late at night when I’m dreaming
Sometimes I wish I could stay there
Been three days since I’ve really thought about ending it
Wait, been five years since I’ve lived a day without deeply f#cking regretting it…
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Yung Valentino Lyrics – 365 Days