The skies have changed but I'm not different
Time healed hearts but I'm still spitting
Words and lines cos I'm still bitter
A f*cked up child I won't feel better
(I'm not)
Dealing with this
(I can't)
F*cking fix it
(How much)
Will it take?
(Pressure)
I'm gonna break
I fill these verses with self loathing
I'll scream and bleed and call it coping
Pressure's building in my head
How much longer until I'm f*cking dead?