paroles de chanson Matter of Time - Missing Texture

This track was recorded in the Fall of 2019
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Man I'm so blessed
Why am I depressed?
Got a bunch of friends but I still get stressed
I don't really get it man, I don't really rest
Can't even sleep 'cause the pressure on my chest
I just wanna live, I just wanna die
Are my thoughts honest, or are they full of lies?
Why do we move on, why do we try?
The end of my life, my soul ain't gonna fly
Death seems blurry on the other side admit it
So many people get to thinking and commit it
Told my mom I want a legacy and meant it
Don't disappoint so I said it and I did it
I just wanna grow up, hands around my throat
Always overlooked and always seeming broke
Took a couple pills arteries are kinda choked
Last week I heard that my friend tried coke-
I don't think she loves me, I'm a fucking joke
My friends don't support me, all they do is hate
All I ever do is tell them that they're great
I just want to see all my loved ones sate
Ask myself If I believe in fate
Answer is no unless my feelings change
I've gone through life always thinking twice
Why can't I ever get a hold of the dice?
I want my cousin back and to learn about Christ
So far from god that my grandma cries
Seen so much shit, makes me wanna go blind
Therapist said it's all a matter of time
Man I'm so blessed
Why am I depressed?
Got a bunch of money but I still get stressed
Thought I made bank then I get what's next
Guess I was wrong but I gotta digress
I put the pen to the paper, nail to the screen
Either fucking action and I'm still called mean
I just want to live in a world where I matter
Instead of all this bullshit served on a platter
Humans are fucked, we kill each other for power
But what the fuck is power when you can live inside an hour?
We are here briefly, just be bubbly
And fuck anyone who chose to be the bully
I don't really get it, I don't understand
Why the fuck you always hatin' on your fellow man?
Does it make you feel strong?
Does it make you feel tall?
Hell, is there a reason at all?
And we gotta grow up in a world full of dicks
Then we raise our kids in a world full of pricks
Walkin' down the street ain't the same that it used to be
And nowadays you get shot and lose your jewelry
I see the world like it's black or white
And grayscale helps when you're fighting for your life
Next time I'll try and put use to my knife
I'm tired of life, but too tired to die
Matter of time, aye, matter of time