What a long damn day so crazy hectic yet i did nothing that i can say i learned from, didn’t become a better person at all
Just learning how to wake up without hating myself, without pounding my head, without pounding the walls
Keep on yelling until i rip a vocal chord, puncture a lung or get an aneurysm at best
But honestly i feel i do it with a purpose, more like trying to get a hold of my life and get rid of this stress
But maybe there’s much more hidden than that, some treasure or some missing now found artifact
Some relieving answer to all this weight that is stacked on my back till breaks, and everything that i once thought was stable
I’m uneasy, i’m unable to keep myself still at the table it shakes, like this body from these burdens or these legs
And these feet upon this ground that is broken and continues to quake
Woah-oh-oh-oohh, sick and tired of awakening to this neverending sleep
Woah-oh-oh-oohh, i am tired of people feasting on this heart upon my slee-ee-eve
Woah-oh-oh-oohh, i am human, i am living, not a slave, or sack of meat
I want to feel alive and complete, and find the strength to get myself up out of the sheets
Guess it’s time for me to hit those streets to find an answer before this life is the death of me
When i decide to wake up i’m feeling lazy, perpetually crazy; the world outside is hazy is it my eyes, or the poisonous fumes?
g#dd#mn it! can’t believe it’s only tuesday, it’s noon, gotta get out of work before it finally consumes
Every ounce of energy that makes my personality before i forget more and more of who i really am
To the point where i forget to take off that mask the only solutions are the ones inside a 16oz can
And yes it’s really hard for me to stay on track, i totally blame my adhd for why i can not relax
Clinging on to every hope and every pebble to avoid being swept up into the cracks
Inside the sidewalks while i’m watching every single step, trying not to think about the noose around my neck
My body’s hurting from the burdens just these legs or these feet upon this ground that is broken and continues to quake
And when you’re down and out and broke it’s hard not to break down hard not choke
Life is an ocean and were on it boat that’s taking on water and it’s harder for us to stay afloat
They are the monsters and we are the ghosts. they wear their hoods when their not wearing coats
We live out the sentences that their hands wrote, i look to other folks that are (also) drowning to help me find some hope
Chorus
I want to feel alive and complete, and find the strength to get myself up out of the sheets!
Guess it’s time for me to hit those streets to find an answer before this life is the death of me!
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Oahwoahwoah(x100000000000000000 followed by whistling)
Lyrics posted and written by harold garcia and tweaked by me to suit the youtube video. much love to the artist and the listeners
Peace <3
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