Lyrics by Bernard Joyce

(Don’t mind the symbols these are used to emphasize pronunciation and changes in pitch and flow this is my normal process)

Is it too quick, for me to go->
I tried to fit, IN, but left in the cold->
This fake mask I wear ITS heav-y to hold->
I’m sorry it CAN drop some-times, Ik, it’s getting old->

(Ch)
Anx-iety-> I feel like it’s fighting me
Its ins-ide of me-> can’t take this shit out-side of me
Tripping o-ver the things I said, I’m tryna, find my feet
Fighting with the LASTof me, I’m scared this be a TRAG-edy
This a,CAT-astrophe, feel like my hearts in, at-rophy
It’s looking bad for me, the time I spent, stress-ing can drain my, batt-ery
(Tiny space)
Feels like a, battle g, my demons try to, tackle me, unravel me, but they can never BA-tter me
At ONE, point woulda left, this earth, coulda done it, HA-ppily
But I got, peo-PLE taht de-PEND on me
So I know I can’t fold Ik I can’t let,,THIS shit slide
(Space)
Many nights I cried
Uncomfortable in my skin I try, to, throw it, to the, side
Bonnie ,with no ,clyde, all the darkness that I saw, how can I , kill it from in-SIDE
Will I de-cide, to get help or will I fumble my soul
I had to climb back out the rubble out of trouble to find, gold
It was cold
Had to make it out al-one
Not a text seen on my phone, had to do this by my own
Cuz It just shows
If we got nun to offer,,, then they ain’t gett-ing close