Cry For Help – Ashton Rich: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Cry For Help

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Alternative

Utwór Cry For Help został wydany 19 czerwca 2026 przez Bridgeview Records jako część albumu Halfway to Heaven Halfway to Hell

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumHalfway to Heaven Halfway to Hell

Data wydania19 czerwca 2026

WytwórniaBridgeview Records

JęzykEnglish

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM74

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ashton Rich

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Ashton Rich

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ashton Rich

Producer, Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Hook

I got vices, I got ghosts, I got nights I still can’t name

I got bottles, burnt up bridges, needles hiding in my veins

I had pills inside my pocket, powder circles on the sink

Had a mouth full of “I’m fine” and a head too far to think

I got vices, I got scars, I got prayers that hit the floor

I got habits that went quiet, then came kicking down the door

I been running from the mirror, I been fighting with myself

Lord knows I was dying slow, calling it a cry for help

Verse 1

Started out with little blue ones, said they’d help me take the edge off

Then I blinked and woke up somewhere I don’t even wanna tell of

Started chasing numb like it was peace, thought that shit was medicine

Whole time I was digging out a grave and calling it my better end

Liquor hit my blood and made me brave enough to wreck a life

Cocaine made me talk like I was God for just a night

Methamphetamine turned every sunrise into punishment

Stayed awake so long I started thinking I was done with it

Different highs, different rooms, different strangers, same damn ache

Different girls trying to love a man already halfway in the grave

Mama probably knew it in my eyes before I said a word

Friends got tired of all my promises, I know that shit had hurt

I was stealing from tomorrow just to barely face today

Every fix came with a lie, every lie I tried to make okay

Everybody said I needed help, I said I needed space

Truth was I was scared that getting sober meant I’d meet my real face

Hook

I got vices, I got ghosts, I got nights I still can’t name

I got bottles, burnt up bridges, needles hiding in my veins

I had pills inside my pocket, powder circles on the sink

Had a mouth full of “I’m fine” and a head too far to think

I got vices, I got scars, I got prayers that hit the floor

I got habits that went quiet, then came kicking down the door

I been running from the mirror, I been fighting with myself

Lord knows I was dying slow, calling it a cry for help

Verse 2

Now I’m sober more than I was, still got wreckage in my chest

Still got certain nights that smell like sweat and regret

Still got songs inside my head that sound like old motel TVs

Still got cravings sneaking up when life gets mean and I can’t breathe

Some people think the hard part’s putting down the shit that kills

Nah, the hard part’s staying present when the emptiness gets real

When there ain’t no chemical to blame, no smoke to hide behind

Just a broken man and every little thing he kept inside

I lost years to all them powders, all them capsules, all them lies

Lost pieces of my spirit, almost lost my fucking life

And I hate the way it lingers, like a dog outside the door

One bad week and all them old familiar voices start to roar

But I ain’t writing this to glorify the hell I barely left

I’m writing this for everybody barely hanging by a thread

For the ones who still got residue from yesterday on their soul

For the ones who wake up shaking, trying not to make that call

Bridge

I still feel it in my blood sometimes

That old pull, that old lie

Saying one won’t hurt, saying just tonight

But one turned into hell every time

Hook

I got vices, I got ghosts, I got nights I still can’t name

I got bottles, burnt up bridges, needles hiding in my veins

I had pills inside my pocket, powder circles on the sink

Had a mouth full of “I’m fine” and a head too far to think

I got vices, I got scars, I got prayers that hit the floor

I got habits that went quiet, then came kicking down the door

I been running from the mirror, I been fighting with myself

Lord knows I was dying slow, calling it a cry for help

Written by: Ashton Rich

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