Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rare Americans
Rare Americans
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Priestner
James Priestner
Songwriter
Jared Priestner
Jared Priestner
Songwriter
Jan Cajka
Jan Cajka
Songwriter
Tim Randolph
Tim Randolph
Songwriter
Lubomir Ivan
Lubomir Ivan
Songwriter
Duran Ritz
Duran Ritz
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Randolph
Tim Randolph
Producer

Lyrics

I wanna write words that mean something some day
To a kid like me who might've lost their way
Who needs to duck out, get the fuck out
Feeling like trash can, being chucked out
So find a late plane or a freight train
It's freedom, certain death, or blowing out your brains
Bound in chains, lighting smoke with another
Think about it, kid, think about your mother
I wish I didn't feel so alone
I wish I didn't feel so alone
I wish I didn't feel so alone
I wish I didn't feel
Is there a way out, a way out of this?
Man, I just feel like a piece of shit
Is there a way out, a way out of this?
I feel like I don't even wanna live
Straight from the heart of a fucked up kid
In so deep, don't know what I did
God, I don't know if I believe in you
All the shit that the world has put me through
Give me a reason, send me a sign
I'm a tiny part of your grand design
I can see it now, it's a wall of clouds
I can see it now, it's a wall of clouds
I wish I didn't feel so alone
I wish I didn't feel so alone
I wish I didn't feel so alone
I wish I didn't feel so alone
Written by: Duran Ritz, James Priestner, Jan Cajka, Jared Priestner, Lubomir Ivan, Tim Randolph
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