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letra de changes - brooke candy

trying to be still
i wanna believe in a love that wants me back
i wanna believe that i can turn it around
wanna believe that these changes are changing me, chasing me to find my way out
try to not be small
i wanna believe that someone never lets go
i wanna believe that i can turn it around
wanna believe that these changes are changing me, chasing me to find my way out

imma give it to you straight; no filter
i could live a million lives, but it never killed her
i was on the edge of dying, feeling unfulfilled
i could cry ’til i’m blind, lose my will to live
forgot the point of trying when i woke up in a strange place
look up to the sky asking, “why?” with a blank face
how the world went grey
so they kept me in a nut house
fork in the road and i had to take the hard route
screamin’ bl–dy murder, was afraid i’d never get out
up against the wall ’til i had to let my guard down
clawing at the walls, reach the middle, then i fall down
try to call for help, but i couldn’t make the call now
chemical imbalance is a challenge, lemme vent
when the world is forcing you to steal just to pay the rent
i’m erratic and i’m twisted, wanna fix it, where’s the cure?
room is spinnin’ while i’m sinnin’, and i’m fallin’ to the floor

getting up in front of millions is a contrast
with the slime and grime, on my money, making hard p-ss
“live fast, die young,” was the motto
i was taking off my clothes to pay the rent, like i gotta
all the dudes and dudes they making moves to prove
that when they win you lose and they can buy these fools
they was lookin’ at the p-ssy with a price tag
touch me how they want for the money in the dufflebag
uncrumpling the ones wasn’t worth it
family won’t talk to me, they wish that i was perfect
out on the street and i felt defeated
i was livin’ out my car, it was hardly heated
got scars on my heart and it’s barely beatin’
was a h-ll and i couldn’t find the help i needed
i’m erratic and i’m twisted, wanna fix it, where’s the cure?
room is spinnin’ while i’m sinnin’, and i’m fallin’ to the floor

- brooke candy

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