I used to try to seem like I was that happy kid. Now I got homies thats asking me why Im sad and shit, never realizing that I was just always acting, since them smiles were assembled with broken pieces of happiness. Trying to live a life with a blanket over how sad he is, a long sleeve on to hide the cracks within his glassy wrist So ask me if I give a fuck? Yeah, nope is right. Cus I cant tell if its the smokey high or an open mind, but Im talking to the devil on these lonely nights. We all got problems, I verbalize them to cope with it. They say you got potential, man you just need to to focus it. Back on the bottom, Im trying to get out of hopelessness. The shadows so familiar, scribbling with a poets pen. Cut deep, but see them angles were precise so I try to hide my horns with a cable a knife in attempts to convince myself Im just an angel in disguise That halo is a lie Im, living life like a blind kid. Theres hell on earth so I painted my paradises with my favorite pen on the insides of my eyelids, Im just trying to be happy without a flask drawn, but I cant be myself when Im living life with a mask on..
verbalize, glassy, sad, trying, assembled