Cant seem to lean on anyone's shoulder.
Another pep talk that just turns me colder.
Another grown up telling me I won't understand until I get older.
But I dont think they could understand the pages in a the black folder.
But as these pages fold, i fold in on myslef.
People dont ask if I'm okay. They ask me for help.
And I think to myslef about the best advice I could give.
And I tell you how to live. But I never apply that to how I live.
Because I've sunk so low,
I've been running solo.
So tired, I just dont know.
Lost in the ocean of my tears on this
row boat.
And by 2021 I'll have Millions, but what is millions,
When you watch billions, loose trillions.
What does money really mean, when I watch so many suffer...
What does getting myself clean mean when theres still cludder...
What does being strong mean, when I fall apart inside?
What does writing every thought on this paper mean, when I still hide?
What does living mean, when I want to die?
And every day I don't understand I'm still alive.
Can you tell me why?
