Like clockwork

She asked me what it felt like

I told her it felt like a stab wound

Uh

I turn heads as I walk out the booth

The room is filled with love and toxicity

The shit that be missin me

Look!

Shit don't fit in this picture

Sipping fake syrup

Playing pretend

Weekends spent tryna make it

Stuck in pretense

Look through these lenses

Different perspective

I think I need answers

But I can't hear the angels

Maybe I should throw these headphones away

And forget about it

Or maybe I should keep going and figure out where I'm going with this shit cause I think I could make it

Am I going down the right path?

That stab wound is long since gone

Songs and songs, keep creating these songs

Long as my mental stay in check, check

Mic check?

Is this shit on?

Okay it is

I guess this experience has made me paranoid, I'm always worried in most situations

Because I've learned

Life won't hesitate to stab you even if you aren't wrong

And now I'm scared

I'm worried that one day, I'll take a wrong step and disappoint everyone

Including myself

I don't mean to cause any harm

I don't mean to cause harm

I don't mean to cause harm

I didn't mean to cause harm

I-I-I don't mean to cause harm

I caused harm.