Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Lloyd Sturman III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
M!CHAEL
Producer
Lyrics
I'm working on being the boss
But I'm needing to defrost
I'm so cold to the touch
When people show love, it's hard to let down these walls
The past made me freeze up, more than I already had
I'd tear the barrier, but I'm afraid to open these scabs
Scared to relive betrayal, feel what I already have
If I let history repeat itself, might OD on tabs
One part of me is scared and the other part says fuck it
If it happens, then it happens, but I don't want to kick the bucket
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, rebuilt after being demolished
Now my foundations an ice wall, but I still don't feel too solid
I've really been in the gym some, I guess that's symbolism
In the process of becoming stone cold, I've progressively gained more definition
Bigger than ever before, but that doesn't correlate to my mental
Weary of my love and who I give to, ptsd from past issues
Almost made a connection, but she didn't want to be in it too
Worried I'll stumble into love and then they ridicule
It's a huge situation that has me feeling minuscule
Keep trying to reassure myself, that it's just not for me
My heart was guarded, thought I saw what I wanted, so then my sleeve's where I wore it
This ain't me playing the victim, it's just me telling my story
I would've gone to war for you and you know it, guess I'm just disgusted on how you ignored it
I'm done hiding, don't need a dose of psilocybin
To hallucinate
Been losing faith, and now I'm slowly sliding out of control
Popped out my hole like a gopher once the sun is shining
My loves declining, I was holding onto hope, hugging my child
But that's been stripped away, questioning why I live today
If she was my new reason, guess that means I'm suicidal
When I think of how it could've went, it hurts so much to think about
Got so much heartache to express, but it hurts so much to get it out
Why do things need to be so complicated
Took accountability, still, you hold onto hatred
What about the feelings of our baby when she grows to be a woman
More than ready to be more than present, prepared to be her cushion
You let me carry her and cherish her, just to say I couldn't
If you were me, I wouldn't do that to you cause I couldn't
It's apparent you can't see me as her parent, despite the good things
that I've done for her and you, but we're not through
I'll keep it pushing
Written by: William Lloyd Sturman III


