| They don’t even know, I’m dealing with trauma, it’s become a part of me
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| They don’t even know, I have PTSD, a pain that’ll never leave
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| They don’t even know, that my heart doesn’t beat, I’m tryna find a remedy
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| They don’t even know, that I could hardly sleep, because I see you in my dreams
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| Always see you in my dreams, I think I need to wake up
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| I just wish I could move on, kuz I don’t wanna stay stuck
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| The voices in my heads loud, they never seem to stay shut
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| Overthink till I can’t sleep, paranoid so I stay up
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| Always lost in thoughts again
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| Showcase my pain to my audience
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| Watch me rise till I fall again
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| Hate my mind cuz it’s fraudulent
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| Always swimming in doubt
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| I can’t ever get out of it
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| Women want me for clout
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| Now I’m raising my walls again
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| Biggest fears is blowing up
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| Before reducing my trauma
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| Cuz all that added stress
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| Will only add to the problem
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| I gotta, lotta money
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| It doesn’t fix anything
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| I want someone to love me
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| Cuz, then that would mean everything
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| Always feeling high, then I’m feeling down again
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| Tryna find the source, don’t know what the problem is
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| Why am I alone, lost the ones I started with
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| They don’t even know, that I’m getting tired of this
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| They don’t even know, I’m dealing with trauma, it’s become apart of me
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| They don’t even know, I have PTSD, a pain that’ll never leave
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| They don’t even know, that my heart doesn’t beat, I’m tryna find a remedy
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| They don’t even know, that I could hardly sleep, because I see you in my dreams
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| My left arms filled with tattoos
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| When really those are just scars
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| I got them during bad moods
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| Or whenever life was hard
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| Always used a distraction
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| From all the pain in my heart
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| Never found satisfaction
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| From getting paid for my art
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| It’s a ridiculously trade off
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| That only seems to worsen
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| Cuz money doesn’t pay off
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| When you’re a broken person
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| It' hurts when, some people think
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| My musics, music it’s self
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| When really it’s my diary
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| I literally cry for help
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| I’m overlooked, I’m disregarded
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| I’m Insecure, I’m broken-hearted
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| I feel unsteady, the pressures heavy
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| I’m getting tired, of being artist
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| Need rehabilitation
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| A reset from all of this
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| I’m at the point of breaking
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| When’s the end to all of this
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| Always feeling high, then I’m feeling down again
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| Tryna find the source, don’t know what the problem is
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| Why am I alone, lost the ones I started with
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| They don’t even know, that I’m getting tired of this
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| They don’t even know, I’m dealing with trauma, it’s become a part of me
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| They don’t even know, I have PTSD, a pain that’ll never leave
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| They don’t even know, that my heart doesn’t beat, I’m tryna find a remedy
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| They don’t even know, that I could hardly sleep, because I see you in my dreams |