(Yeah) I've got a weight today that hangs around like a friend. . . And I hate it so much and yet stay 'cause it's what I got left. . . I may just embrace it and go away in-to my head. . . (cuz) At this rate the straight path of pain has been killin' instead. (drop) I rake up faint memories as I prepare to descend. . . My brain lays in anguish remembering the good ol' days end. . . (woo!) I make up fake worlds to escape from the shame I pretend. . . (Let's do it) 'Til I'm gray and deflated, mentally jaded again. . . [pre-chorus] I can't even think, barely can write, my life hangin' down on my mind all the time- [high speed] I'm, just, sick of everything that makes me like this-I HATE that I'm turning less Christian more skeleton-but I'm addicted, so can I do anything when my problem is how I get through it! I throw them away; my life and my dreams because I enjoy anger at not feeling seen but the pit in between me and reality (shr) sinks as I struggle and don't even feel like I'm here!! Heh [Chorus] I walk through this thing, called life. (yeah, yeah) It used to bother me, that it's full of strife. It makes me tough, and you know I rely on the fight. These raps are what's rough though, they blunt but make me feel right. (oh yeah) [end] I been shaky, lately, lazy, and frankly I'm bent. . . Out of shape on the fray, of my mind-state uh-lookin' straight in. . . To the haze, like a maze, I'm unfazed but it's crazy uncertain. . . Just forget it, okey, I'm okey, not like you'll understand it. . . (In fact) Does a way you can say why I'm laying it out plain exist? One that doesn't berate us and be-late the truth that I'm fixed. . . We all know I'm late to the game and I'm lame and not livin . (yeah) Guess it's great for me feelin' profane, fire propane, like fame but aint cussin' . . . [pre-chorus] can't stay, y'all know I would die but I'll take the death ray from inside of my mind-aim and fire! (LET'S GO!) -At the end of the day you can mope and just soak in the flow of your raging emotions or choose to show strength and find hope learn to cope through your lows, though alone and you often fail, so! Look at me and know that I am not perfect but what you can see is a wretch getting better I certainly damage those who are around me and often I bottle it up deep inside me but I am beginning to see how I'm moving I've cleared out some junk, and started expressing what I feel but like I'm a punk n' feel it aint real and then relapse and start again moping but I know I'll come back, just wait! heh [Chorus] I walk through this thing, called life. (yeah, yeah) It used to bother me, that it's full of strife. It makes me tough, and you know I rely on the fight. These raps are what's rough though, they blunt but make me feel right. (oh yeah) [end] Yeah, I walk through life (through life) and face it's strife, (strife) You're not alone (alone) Nah you aint alone...
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