Am I the schizo (Hi) [caesura] Am I alive [caesura] The truth I'm hidin [caesura] I cannot find. (shh) [beat drop] / / / Should I give indication Or am I fine Should I believe or run outside Should I be on my knees Praying to God Or should I be playing Harder so I can finally reach my Door that's closed, I thought I'd opened up (wha) The Truth that hurts, is that I'm givin it All that I got I could lock the door, throw away the key But I know either way I still won 't be. [short caesura] "Any body" [short caesura] (OOOOoooooOOOOOo) I'm your canvas, but I'm not blank I got stories I could write, but I can never think A.D.H.D stuck on A.I Could be doing anything other than writing these lines Could be writin on a beat thats not mine, or singing a song to the gospel of all my lies I'm no one, I'm nobody, I'm something, lost in the in-between Just a feeling of nothing that feels like me [short caesura] I can't fix this, or so I've tried Keep telling myself to kill these feelings inside I won't But I might try I might be the reason Why I'm spiraling in this life Excuses, with painted smiles Another fault of my heart that won't let me die I can't Fix this, or so I've lied This life I've been holding is holding on to a lock of twine Hands are bleeding, my eyes are closed Wandering blind [caesura] I can't fix this! oooooOOOOOOooooo I can't fix this! ooooOOOOOOoooooOOO I can't fix this! oooooOOOooooo Even though, I've never tried The final curtain The last thread I've been pulling To feel something An ugly choice, with an ugly hand Flushed it all away without giving a damn Is it me is it you in this mirror for two Reflection of one who doesn't know what's true Fractured from a past that I've been trying to glue Or a future of a me who refuses to move Why can't I [Caesura] Why can't I [Caesura] Why can't I [Caesura] Why can't I "But maybe Maybe I can fix this, lift this, terrible lie The one that's been ruining me from inside out Truth is I knew this an pushed it down (aight) Cause what's broke can only be fixed by pulling it out But I'm still here in fear wandering blind Wondering how many beats I got left before I can feel in there fake it, or make it I don't even care [Short caesura] [Last emotional spoken word delivery]What's to fix if I was never really here Something to think about, before I disappear [caesura] I can fix this! (Woo) oooooOOOOOOooooo I can fix this! ooooOOOOOOoooooOOO I can fix this! oooooOOOooooo So I'll give it one more try [musical break] ooooooOOOOOooo ooooooOOOOOoooOOOO One more try
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