Kredity

Texty

I've been in my head
Going real crazy
I keep
Talking Talking Talking Talking
To myself lately
All the mirrors in my house
They've been acting real shady
Cause the person they see now
Is somebody who's in danger
Head about to blow
Grinding the skin on my teeth
Pressure in my bones
Everything cutting so deep
Life has thrown a blow
And the bruises have battered my seams
On a bed of roses
But underneath burying weeds
I've been in my head
Just a little too long
Too long I stared
At the dark and the sun
Looking for that piece of me
Searching through my memories
Clouds formed over my dread
So I climbed above
Broke the floor in my depths
So I learned to jump
To be
A higher me
A higher me
Ready set and go
Fighting the bad that I keep
Surfacing so slow
But I'm heavy in stamping my feet
Never let it grow
As I'm crushing these curses beneath
It won't take hold
Of the person I wanted to be
I've been in my head
Just a little too long
Too long I stared
At the dark and the sun
Looking for that piece of me
Searching through my memories
Clouds formed over my dread
So I climbed above
Broke the floor in my depths
So I learned to jump
To be
A higher me
A higher me
Yeah
Blinded by fights in my head
I keep getting
Blinded by fights in my head
I keep getting
Blinded by fights in my head
I keep getting
Blinded by fights in my head
Blinded by fights in my head
Call me a psycho cause my
Lights off then back on again
How do I get out when I'm
Blinded by fights in my head
Caught in a trap where all is
Black and the night never ends
Caught in phases
Like oh no
Same boy daily
My chokehold
Torn by fading light
No hope
Eating my cake and I
Taste mould
Awake and aching
I need hope
Poison taking it's
Sweet hold
Life is taking time
Time is taking life
Walking on a knife
Cutthroat
Panic
When I'm lost my brain becomes
Static
Filling the blanks without thoughts in my
Attic
Gone for days when I'm feeling
Tragic
Who am I
Where am I
Why am I stranded
Waking daily
From sleepless patterns
Numbing feelings
And forcing actions
Something deep in me
Needs to grow
Cause I'm about to
Blow
I'm getting louder
About these issues
I kept shrouded
Sick of feeling
So damn clouded
Let them go
I say it prouder
Cause the voices
They were pounding
Throwing bricks
And breaking glasses
I am hope
Envisioned futures
Where I never
Needed sutures
Cause my head my heart my skin
Is made of stone
And if I'm ever feeling blinded
I'll steer myself stay guided
Then go walk right through that smoke
Written by: Waseem Ismail
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