is this really even happening

i'm leaving and never coming back again

another thought floods in

(so quickly i grab a pen, so i quikly grab a pen)

 

i'll stop this before it escallades

i'll be out there on them escepades

lately hating every day

 

i can't love you every day

i can only love you sometimes

and right now it feels (like i've been loving you for,more like) a lifetime

drunk off of wine

high off of life

it's like i'm winding down every single day and night

looking only at the outcome, afraid of (all that, what) i've done

but these days it's the public whos afraid

quiting everything she said just to play it every day

and then the moment traps you, and that reality slaps you

these wanna be bangers wanna clap you

and put an end to you, they stare right at you

well you just gotta hope for the best

hope their blades don't ever reach your chest

always pay attention to what might come next