Texty

I've been runnin' but I'm still stuck Maybe if I pass the baton, despair will pass me up I'm taken aback Feelin all my troubles stacking up I'm cracking sput sputtering Starting to feel my mind give up When will my troubles be over I'm beggin and starting to plead That maybe I'll start to see the summit peak over Four leaf clover That's what I need to fix my luck To come runnin' back And summon a fraction of passion That I had amassed while sober Or maybe what I need is still in me Instilled in seeds of beets that beat inside my heart That I can't see unless I bleed Maybe the lesson ain't to think less of me Maybe depressions possessing me So later stress won't get the best of me Or maybe struggling is better But I've never had to fight so hard to face the stormy weather I'll weather it, whether I see light or catastrophe I'll try best to pull my self together Piece by piece Hey Is anybody in there It's starting to rain here I'm just a solo fella With no umbrella Hey I'm feeling kind of stuck here Addicted to my fears And it's still not sunny Ain't that funny I've been, steady reaching out, for someone's hand Strugglin' trying to understand What is the plan Always thought I'd develop into another man Now I've been enveloped in unshedable paper skin Life's a cake walk, they said The challenges you'll face are, basic They decorate but lace it With traces of hatred Then tell me I should taste it for greatness Hey Is anybody in there It's starting to rain here I'm just a solo fella With no umbrella Hey I'm feeling kind of stuck here Addicted to my fears And it's still not sunny Ain't that funny
Writer(s): Cory Martin, Esh Morgan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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