Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breathe, artist - Murdock. Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Song language: English
Breathe |
| Momma never said something so truthful as |
| Holding me crying saying «This too shall pass» |
| Words were fuel to put me back on a useful track |
| Repeat them to myself every brutal attack |
| The only problem is I feel that I move too fast |
| Stressin' over how long my youth will last |
| Now I miss them simple days where I would just pray away and my problems were |
| all solved at communal mass |
| As a baby I was baptized, till I capsized, felt that all my life I was living |
| under fat lies |
| Now I stay up inside and get mad high, let that childlike mind just pass me |
| right by |
| I would wake up every morning, Mom would drive me to school |
| Classes started getting boring so I would just act a fool |
| I’d make the whole class laugh, problems then were minuscule |
| Now I’m waking up hungover in the late afternoon |
| The problem is this solemn kid couldn’t handle a full blown subconsciousness |
| And now I feel impoverished and exhausted because the thought of being social |
| is monstrous |
| Now I’m overly cautious and I just agree |
| Every single girl is flawless and out of my league |
| Chained down by being nauseous when I used to be free, but at the end of the |
| day, I just wanna be me but |
| Every time I open my mouth and I try to vocalize, I find |
| My throat begins to close up and I hold all of my feelings inside, my mind |
| These hungover mornings I lay in my bed and just rewind |
| Stressing over stupid shit I probably didn’t say last night |
| Momma never said something so truthful as |
| Holding me crying saying «This too shall pass» |
| Words were fuel to put me back on a useful track |
| Repeat them to myself every brutal attack |
| Now I’m 23 years old and I’m face to face |
| With this grown me so I stand and contemplate |
| Staring in the mirror all day and just debate, now that I’m an adult was it |
| worth the wait? |
| I got no clue what I’m doing this generation is losing their goddamn minds when |
| they graduating from schooling |
| Examinating my ruins, they asking me how I’m doing |
| I say I can’t complain, this migraine keeps on pursuing |
| Tourette’s is on fire, stress has got me in a chokehold |
| Turning down opportunities just by the boatload |
| Ditching auditions, positions switching, I’m the joke yo |
| I got my own ambitions, I don’t want to go broke though |
| Persona’s in remission, who I was when I was young |
| He has been laid to rest from always biting his tongue |
| I repeat these mantras back when I’m feeling high strung |
| Breathing in to rediscover my voice through my lungs but |
| Every time I open my mouth and I try to vocalize, I find |
| My throat begins to close up and I hold all of my feelings inside, my mind |
| These hungover mornings I lay in my bed and just rewind |
| Stressing over stupid shit I probably didn’t say last night |
| The time is now… |
| I am in control… |
| Unconditional Love… |
| Om… |
| Meditation slips me into my mind it’s all fine |
| Anxiety declines, full thoughts they align |
| At peace with myself I feel so divine but why does the me that shine have to be |
| so confined? |
| We all have a voice that deserves to be heard |
| Expectations of oneself can make these words blurred |
| Ideas differed, dismissed as absurd, thinking everyone hates you no proof, |
| just inferred |
| I love my goddamn self, I wanna shout it from the rooftops |
| Give back to my community and bring from the boondocks |
| Have us come together, no more drama with the blue cops |
| The only thing shooting through the night is the moonrocks |
| So blast your boombox cause I’ve got so much to say |
| I’ve got albums to drop and mistakes to make |
| I’ve got hearts to break and I’ve got love to give |
| I guess what I’m saying is I just gotta live and I’m gonna |
| Cause this too shall pass |
| But until then… |
| Every time I open my mouth and I try to vocalize, I find |
| My throat begins to close up and I hold all of my feelings inside, my mind |
| These hungover mornings I lay in my bed and just rewind |
| Stressing over stupid shit I didn’t even say last night |