Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lullaby, artist - Professor Green. Album song Lullaby, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.08.2014
Record label: Virgin
Song language: English
Lullaby |
All the times I have laid in your light |
When your love kept me safe through the night |
All the time, I was sure you were mine |
And before time demands our goodbye |
Can you sing me a last lullaby? |
It’s been a while since I last dreamt |
Barely remember what it’s like to dream |
Finding it hard to get to sleep, too stressed |
And there ain’t anyone to sing a lullaby to me |
Pretend shit doesn’t get to me |
And I suffer in silence when I’m hurting |
A man’s problems are his own |
And it’s my burden |
Tossing and turning, trying to get to sleep |
But I find it hard to switch off when my mind’s working |
I ponder on things I shouldn’t bother with |
Off the rails, my train of thought’s wandering |
Sick of pretending to be so happy |
All the while my anxiety eats away at me |
My skin crawls, I look up to the sky |
And it falls, the walls close in and it’s |
As if all the good in my life disappears |
In an instant, happiness is so distant |
So seeing the ones who I love, the ones who love me |
But I don’t wanna tell em how I feel in case they judge me |
It’s just me, wish I could let somebody in |
But I ain’t ever been too trusting |
I’ve barely had any sleep when I get up |
Sick of all these nightmares and these night terrors |
Like it’s only when I’m in heaven that I sleep better |
Might sleep better when I get up, I’m weak |
It just makes my day harder, I wonder if |
It would’ve been any different if I had a father that I knew |
Could it have helped shape the way that I grew? |
But the point of things I never have went from |
Being a reason for the things that I do |
To just being an excuse that I’d use |
I’ve gotta take responsibility for the things I do |
Find something other than negativity for my fuel |
But I feed off it, even when I don’t seem bothered |
I hide everything that’s going on inside |
Guess it’s been a while since I’ve been honest, I need help |
But I deny it and even lie to myself like I’m fine |
I just wish someone would tell me it would be OK |
But pessimism leads me to believe that it won’t |
To see even a glimmer of hope in the darkness |
Is hard and depression is a slippery slope |
I don’t wanna bleed like I did with my wrists |
So I carry on even though it’s hard to |
The only thing that’s definite is death and things always change |
As long as you give em a chance to |
(Can you sing me a last lullaby?) |