Strawberry

This time, but with character
Yo

Getting prouder of myself 'bout every day
Swinging my legs, kicking back on the moon
I just wonder if my uncle was around what the hell he would say
Wondered the same 'bout my dog too
Feeling like this growing up stuff kinda old but
There ain't nothing much that my soul don't hate
Let my goals go away, big bad wolf know something but depressing
Let the pressure build and fester better days
Why should I be an artist?
Why should I just pick apart my remedies?
Local social interactive tendencies
Don't know who I'm meant to be
Open notebook spewing lines and lyrics I just found the time to write
But never really wanna hear
I'm bad at healing just forget about it
I'm bad at dealing when my thoughts are clouded
I'm bad at voicing my opinions or just whenever I've had enough
And never passive when I'm crafting
Bet I bet I'm always capping when I'm acting clutch
I just left 'till they all disappear
Full of regrets, I seek out my innocent fears
I'm sick of sincerity, parody
Sick of acting like the person that I'll never care to be
And sick of staring at these glass panes
Sick of laying in the yard covered in grass stains
Kick even harder when I'm down bad in the dark
Forgot the sounds of what I'm fighting for
The beating of my heart sounds like a loud pang
Cold ass froze, got that old type soul
Hope I don't die young, got some goals I sung
And I'm feeling less like fighting when my back is on the mat
Haven't sought out help because I'm never good with facts
Always caught up on myself and always down because of stats
I don't want a placard for these tracks I worry I might never have
And

It's way too close for comfort, oh
Don't know why I'm stumbling, I carry on
It's way too close for comfort, yeah
Learn my simple ways until I don't
It's obscene, all these endless dreams got me twice as green
Don't know if I'll ever make it as a strawberry