paroles de chanson Denial and Grief - kendy

Smoke a cigarette to take off the edge
Feel like I might not make it to the end
I need your love, so where have you been?
Drugs and alcohol now that's my type of sin

I'm struggling with grieving; I'm fighting it out
I'm denying that you're gone, so I scream, and I shout
I'm laying in your bed, I'm in your house
But you're not here, you're six feet under the ground
Under the ground
Under the ground

You passed away on my birthday, that shit tore me to pieces
You said that it was okay but where does that leave me then?
If everything was okay, you'd still be by my side
So, if everything was okay, you'd still be alive

But that's not the case and this not the place to commit suicide
I want to die at that same tree where some god took your fucking life
I want to go back to the old days where everything I did was right
I cannot stand this fucking pressure; I think I'm failing by design
I think I might hate everybody, they just all want to waste my time

And it's a problem I admit it but I cannot fucking fix it
So, I might just have to ditch it and I might just quit the bitching
I don't allow it, I dismiss it, but this pain I got is winning
I will go if she permits it, I think it's time to pay my visit

To JJ, cause man I miss her lately
So, tell me if you need me
Cause I'm gone next year from the same thing

Fuck this baby, want to fight back
I want to get on the right track
Concentrate on the sidetrack
Keep it going but I'm tied back

Addict to the drugs that took you
So, I sit here, feel like a damn fool
But I know that the future bright boo
Keep it going got to push through

There ain't no way back from this shit now
I'm on one bae, better get down
Imma cause a big scene in this damn town
Better yet girl I'm gonna get loud

Let it run
Let it run
Let it run

Smoke a cigarette to take off the edge
Feel like I might not make it to the end
I need your love, so where have you been?
Drugs and alcohol now that's my type of sin

Smoke a cigarette to take off the edge
Feel like I might not make it to the end
I need your love, so where have you been?
Drugs and alcohol now that's my type of sin

I'm struggling with grieving; I'm fighting it out
I'm denying that you're gone, so I scream, and I shout
I'm laying in your bed, I'm in your house
But you're not here, you're six feet under the ground