I have been wondering about how my life is going to turn out. I have been living in this world all alone, I just wish all this pain was gone, I am trying to do right, so I turn on the light, trying to get my sight focus on something good. My kid keeps me dreaming of all the things that she can become, so I keep fighting the good fight, trying not to blow my brain out.
This shit is hard. We struggle every day just to end up in the grave yard. My heart is cold, and most of my soul is gone. No twinkle in my eyes, no sign of the man I used to be. So I am fighting just to survive, trying to keep my head above the waves. My yesterday is no better than today, and my tomorrow, I guess, only time will tell.
My kid keeps me dreaming of all the things that she can become, so I keep fighting the good fight, trying not to blow my brain out.
My hell is in my head. somedays, I feel like I can't think straight. My ticket will not get me into the pearly gate, my faith, my trust no longer exist. So what is love, and who do I love , when I am finding that I don't love who I am.
So one day at a time, eyes straight forward, heavy on my grind as my mind tells me that my time is done. My life hasn't been easy, no summer breezes, no flowers to smell, it's just me and my hell, the thing I call life
My kid keeps me dreaming of all the things that she can become, so I keep fighting the good fight, trying not to blow my brain out.
I have been wondering about how my life is going to turn out. I have been living in this world all alone, I just wish all this pain was gone, I am trying to do right, so I turn on the light, trying to get my sight focus on something good. My kid keeps me dreaming of all the things that she can become, so I keep fighting the good fight, trying not to blow my brain out.
This shit is hard. We struggle every day just to end up in the grave yard. My heart is cold, and most of my soul is gone. No twinkle in my eyes, no sign of the man I used to be. So I am fighting just to survive, trying to keep my head above the waves. My yesterday is no better than today, and my tomorrow, I guess, only time will tell.
My kid keeps me dreaming of all the things that she can become, so I keep fighting the good fight, trying not to blow my brain out.
My hell is in my head. somedays, I feel like I can't think straight. My ticket will not get me into the pearly gate, my faith, my trust no longer exist. So what is love, and who do I love , when I am finding that I don't love who I am.
So one day at a time, eyes straight forward, heavy on my grind as my mind tells me that my time is done. My life hasn't been easy, no summer breezes, no flowers to smell, it's just me and my hell, the thing I call life
My kid keeps me dreaming of all the things that she can become, so I keep fighting the good fight, trying not to blow my brain out.
blackwill
