This is another throwback piece for me. It was never released, but I thought about it in a time where my operation was hanging in the balance. I was so tired of rejections that I wanted the idea to disappear from my brain. So I wrote this. Tell me what you think in the comments below.
Pieces:
I keep putting all my faith into it But it all falls to pieces I just want the thoughts to pack its bags and start leaving But it’s embedded in my head like leave in I’m just falling to pieces My problems just continue to seep in , I just want to yell you need to start leaving Because I’m tired of thinking of a better life than this one Cole said you should love yours But I don’t love mines I only love my mind When is it my time? To finally shine , And not think about dying When is it my time? When is it my turn? To turn this waste of a life around When do I get the chance to wear the crown? And feel like a king again When?
