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letra de tired eyes - chef nav

prechorus
uhh
i only feel at home with the mic, the cardioid ain’t picking up any lies
i only feel at home with the mic, i know i only tell the truth when i write
yeah
so…

hook
i grip this pen on the loneliest nights
and shed my tears in the form of these rhymes
i gotta let the song cry
it’s hard to find the strength but i try
these tired eyes they won’t stay open for long
every mornings a fight
cuz my mirror saying that i’ll go crazy, i know it’s just a matter of time, before it’s cracks and i’m gone
before that imma wind the clock back, and tеll my story so it never gets lost
uhh

vеrse
flashback, 3 years, all my ups were going downwards
feeling sh-t i couldn’t understand, the feeling wasn’t sadness
but nothing felt the same
friendships were feeling shallow
the insomnia would tuck me in, id never had to ask it
that’s a kid going through a prodrome he couldn’t handle
locked up in his room, paranoid about the shadows
cuz their voices jumping out a head they shouldn’t be let out of
his life a perfect picture, don’t look close you’ll see the scratches
that come
when your parents splitting up but still together, seperate beds and seperate schedules, id pretend it’s not an issue
the future was uncertain, went to college with no interest, scared a soul sucking job would come to k!ll my music vision
and..
at the time i’d prolly say i’m not scared
but the stress was building anyway, had pain in my chest
i didn’t want to see it, so i kept it concealed
but now i’m writing with this scalpel to heal
so… uhh
hook
i grip this pen on the loneliest nights
and shed my tears in the form of these rhymes
i gotta let the song cry
it’s hard to find the strength but i try
these tired eyes they won’t stay open for long
every mornings a fight
cuz my mirror saying that i’ll go crazy, i know it’s just a matter of time, before it’s cracks and i’m gone
before that imma wind the clock back, and tell my story so it never gets lost
uhh

verse
man…
i can’t be selfish, with a song bout myself
cuz the poison flowing through me generationally dealt
my mom gets catatonic, i’ve seen it myself
her anhedonia is a thing that i’ve felt
imagine living in h-ll, you don’t need death we can’t get it right here
the surveillance planes they fly overhead
her executive function is barely there
she don’t know what to wear
every day i gotta help her get dressed, i guess
sometimes i lash out, cuz its hard to admit, that my rage has been disguising my fear
i’m scared, if that’s me in 20 years, man the streets are my bed
shared with other brothers, sisters, close relatives
but every man for himself is the way that we live
i failed my mom, and i don’t want her forgiveness
but i’ll still save myself, yeah this diary is healing, if i’m ever schizophrenic take this page and you’ll feel it
i grip this pen on the loneliest nights
and shed my tears in the form of these rhymes
i gotta let the song cry
it’s hard to find the strength but i try
these tired eyes they won’t stay open for long
every mornings a fight
cuz my mirror saying that i’ll go crazy, i know it’s just a matter of time, before it’s cracks and i’m gone
before that imma wind the clock back, and tell my story so it never gets lost
uhh

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