These aren't hopes and dreams,
I've set the bar low. It seems
what the stars shown for me
were sparse goals to meet.
Carved roads that bleed,
with sour notes and needs.
Scars hold the seeds sown
in dark rows of grief.
An over the top underachiever
with nowhere to stop, and nothin to believe's there.
Once I leave here, with God hot on my heels it'll be fair.
I can feel the evil clutch of the devil tellin me to beware.
But fuck it, I haven't listened since I hit the level that I think I'm on.
Rock bottom, crushin gravel with my genius palms.
On the brink of reachin beyond but never stickin my neck out.
Tryin to keep positive, but honestly, I'm a wreck now.
Want the real truth? Ready for some feels dude?
Well, you came to the wrong guy. What a shame, for a long while.
I blamed all the songs I've made on this strong grind.
It's the way that's wears away all these lost rights.
I've been left for dead, tossed by the wayside.
Kept my head held high, fingers crossed at the same time.
A little lingerin hope that if I'm bringin it home
it might be stingin a bit, but the thing is, I quit... Nope.
Tryin to be a pawn in this game, shit, I'd rather find a new board to play in.
On the same trip, just a different vehicle.
Accidentally grabbin a stiff mixed drink to chase this
sick feeling in my stomach away as I attempted to change drifts... Squealed through.
Blew my chances, tired and banged up, I walked free.
You all saw it coming, I am drained, I've lost me.
I guess its true what they never say when you cross streets...
Some stains never really wash clean.
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