I'm writing these writtens I'm killing the pages yeah I'm on a role
The music ain't makin me happy but nothing does I know you know
I'm tryna find a way to make a difference but I'm sitting at home
I ain't on the stages I ain't in your playlist I guess I'm alone
But I'm killing it "Andrew, dude why are you so depressed? I know you're happy"
But maybe I'm not and I'm actually faking it telling you that me
And myself and I have a lot to cry about I'm down and I'm allowed
To make the pain go away I'm rapping every day but still there ain't no crowd
And I thought that an answer to all of my problems would be a girl yea
But it turned out that I wasn't ready I just couldn't give her the world yea
And I'm trying to give her the most and I'm trying so hard I just can't assume
That I used to be the perfect guy to girls but now the dedication I just always refuse
I know it's true, I'm such a shitty guy I'm down in the blues
I wanna forgive, for all that do, fuck!
I apologize cause I care too much
And the loose crutch that I use must be defining my future
Cause I'm use to being boosted by the past that I nurture
So I'm making the moves to be happy through music but damn it I'm all lost
But I guess I can do it I'm making a tombstone to listen to after I'm all gone
When the blood's drawn from my body
And when I'm done and when they all see
That I left a note under my pillow
I want you to know that I'm sorry
I'm writing these writtens I'm killing the pages yeah I'm on a roll
The music ain't makin me happy but nothing does I know you know
I'm tryna find a way to make a difference but I'm sitting at home
I ain't on the stages I ain't in your playlist I guess I'm alone
I'm writing these writtens I'm killing the pages yeah I'm on a roll
The music ain't makin me happy but nothing does I know you know
I'm tryna find a way to make a difference but I'm sitting at home
I ain't on the stages I ain't in your playlist I guess I'm alone