All I Want

All I want to do is drink at the bar.

Filled the lean in my cup and I hopped in my car.

The things Cupid did to me left me with permanent scars.

If I die soon then I’ll be floating with the stars.

Lost cause, last cost, life being put on pause.

I haven’t recovered yet so hold your breath and applause.

Stuck in rehab, miss holding my doggy’s paws.

I know it sounds bad but it’s the shit that I fucking caused.

Fuck that first verse, don’t even listen to it.

I felt cursed but now i feel it’s lifted.

It hurts but I know my spirits gifted.

I’ve learned it was the drugs that made my brain twisted.

I feel ashamed but you all keep telling me that you’re proud and I’ll honor and stick by that.

All I want for now is my real life back.

Not the drugs because thats what took me off track.

I’m struggling but I promise I’ll make a comeback. (Uh)

Throw my problems in a bag, leave this place and don’t look back.

I’ll leave it at the door as I leave to explore my new life and get back to the girl that I adore.

This is a new me, hopefully you’ll see me definitely and absolutely purely free.

I have the support so now i truly believe that I’m meant to be more than a fucking freak.

(Uh) Say you love me (uh) say you’re proud of me (uh) because honestly I used to think negatively about myself.

All I want is you to know that I’ll be here and I’ll never go.

Believe me because that’s how I’ve recently grown over the past two weeks and the changes are starting to show.

It might be slow but I’ve came so far and I can’t let go.

No I won’t let go and I know which way the wind blows.

Lost cause, last cost, life being put on pause.

I haven’t recovered yet so hold your breath and applause.

Stuck in rehab, miss holding my doggy’s paws.

I know it sounds bad but it’s the shit that I fucking caused.

Fuck that fucking first verse because I don’t even wanna fucking hear it. (Yeah)

I felt cursed but now i feel it’s lifted.

It hurts but I know my spirits gifted.

I’ve learned it was the drugs that made my brain twisted.

They say “Camm tells us your story”.

I start “well it started with the weed”.

Then I go on and on as jaws dropped with a response.

“How the fuck ain’t you dead yet”.

I suppose god said “not just yet”.

It seems I have so much to give and so much life left to live.

Now you can give me a round of applause even though I’m still going through withdrawals.

I do still have some major flaws but I’m working on them, I call them my battle scars.