Crossroads

I’m burning bridges

Certainly hurting my best interests

I keep losing grip over the past, the present

Tomorrow especially keeps me restless

I’m wide awake and I can’t sleep

Afraid of nightmares

How many more hours need to be passing in this silence

Am I becoming dismissive to all my bad habits

Are you seeing what you expected when you recall

The first time we met each other before?

My demon’s speak a different language

I wasn’t expected to make it apparent

I’m losing my head in the midst of my hopes while

I’m asking my high to keep me from crashing

I can’t seem to decide where I’m headed

Tired of being exhausted and manic

My mind is dealing with losses I haven’t

resolved by the moment I dealt with my adolescence but

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My eyes are the windows to my soul

The direction of the wind is something only god knows

I’ve tried to become who I have been looking for

I’m stuck at this crossroads just trying to go home

Discouraged and out of new chances

To change or finally perish

It’s empty and shallow, I’m asking my shadow

To stop haunting me for my blessings

Back in the days when I felt so irrelevant

And my words worth as much as the sentiment

Turning new chapters escaping the evidence

That making out of the gutter seems prevalent

I’m turnin’ new chapters,

I’m learning my lessons

I came from the bottom and buried these lectures

With a permanent stop on searching for answers

I’m moving forward to continue these efforts

struggling, dealing with anger management

Permanent scar on my face from my recklessness

I’m fighting my way through the people that challenge this

Only to end up losing all of my leverages

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My eyes are the windows to my soul

The direction of the wind is something only god knows

I’ve tried to become who I have been looking for

I’m stuck at this crossroads just trying to go home

My eyes are the windows to my soul

The direction of the wind is something only god knows

I’ve tried to become who I have been looking for

I’m stuck at this crossroads just trying to go home (just trying to go)

My mind is filled with hatred that I just never resolved

And I don’t talk a lot because I cannot deal with the remorse

It’s evident that for most of the time I’m a walking embarrassment

That’s overshadowed by his actions as the remaining sentiment

Self-reflection through a shattered mirror to see where the cracks begin

I’m tryin’ to find out how I turned this ugly

Pass the medicine

Is it because I can’t see how much you could love me

Or is it because I just can’t tell where the ending is.

I changed a lot,

Fuck it and said I was changing the plot

I took it upon all of myself and

I faced the dark like I was just walking all blind

Fuck all these memories holding my shattered dreams

I was just driving how did I survive?

Matter of fact how I managed to gather myself back on track

Got me feeling inspired

Back to the drawing board drawing these pictures

I’m sketching you falling off

Told me I might as well go back to bottom floors

Not surprised I’m still alive, I could’ve lost my cause

Since ninety eight became twenty five

I’m delivering every twenty four

So that’s the reason why you won’t miss me

when Fuat arrives I’m going for it all

Throw it up

Who am I looking for

My eyes are the window

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My eyes are the windows to my soul

The direction of the wind is something only god knows

I’ve tried to become who I have been looking for

I’m stuck at this crossroads just trying to go home

My eyes are the windows to my soul

The direction of the wind is something only god knows

I’ve tried to become who I have been looking for

I’m stuck at this crossroads just trying to go home

My eyes are the windows to my soul

The direction of the wind is something only god knows

I’ve tried to become who I have been looking for

I’m stuck at this crossroads just trying to go home

(You know) my eyes are the windows to my soul

The direction of the wind is something only god knows

I’ve tried to become who I have been looking for

I’m stuck at this crossroads just trying to go home

Well I devote myself to be everything I desire

Not who I can be but at least I’m aware that I’m still alive

Not a day goes by without feeling my days are expired

My highs continue to keep me falling while I try to rise