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Lost & Confused

 

Lost & Confused


I ain't left my house in a minute
Friends tell me that it's wrong
I don't get it
Depression is lurking so I just stay hidden
Haven't wrote a song in weeks
I think that I'm quitting
I ain't left my house in a minute
Friends tell me that it's wrong
I don't get it
Depression is lurking so I just stay hidden
Haven't wrote a song in weeks
I think that I'm quitting
Fuck that
See through my eyes wide open?
Feeling hit the top
And reach my Magnum open
Supply in demand
I just give them the dope shit
Friends switched up
Didn't think that I would notice
So I'm hiding in a house made of glass
I got problems but don't you dare ask
I don't want help
But it's clear I need it
Pathen is leading?
I think it's depleted
I'm shattered to pieces
I'm crying while bleeding
Got anxiety
But ain't no body ask me
'Bout to blow like a flame to a gas leak
Parents left I got no one to depend on
Don't know where all of my friends gone
Now I'm lost and confused
Locked in a room with the drugs I abuse
Holes in my clothes
I don't got any shoes
There's no escape
I don't know what to do
Glass to my left and my right
Look for an exit, a sign
I think I'm outta my mind
Wait, it's the opposite
This is my mind
Pitch black
Where did all my thoughts go
Grab a brush
Start painting like Picasso
Ask what I'm making
L say a facade
Burn down my easel and leave it to rot
Tired of acting like someone I'm not
I take for granted all that I got
All that I got
So I'll paint a door and make my escape
Woke up, tears falling down like rain
Walked out for the first time in months
Pep in my step
I started to strut
The fear will stick with me
I just gotta hide it
I just keep on writing and vibing
I just keep on writing and vibing
I ain't left my house in a minute
Friends tell me that it's wrong
I don't get it
Depression is lurking so I just stay hidden
Haven't wrote a song in weeks
I think that I'm quitting
I ain't left my house in a minute
Friends tell me that it's wrong
I don't get it
Depression is lurking so I just stay hidden
Haven't wrote a song in weeks
I think that I'm quitting

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