paroles de chanson To Whom It May Concern Intro - Witt Lowry

To whom it may concern, this is the realest note I ever wrote, sittin' in my room
All I got left of my name are some scribbles on a page
I've been losing track of days, is it Monday, Sunday?
Well one day I hope they label me as the greatest
And this right here, is built on blood, sweat, and dried tears
You see I've been searching through my soul, while I battle through fears
I wipe my eyes from the tears, now my vision is clear
If y'all been looking for a savior, your savior is here