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letra de answers - kyree d

[chorus]

grandma p-ssed away
god i prayed
i’m only in 9th grade
i know that you say
it’ll all be okay
i try so hard to obey
what’s my fate
don’t leave me here, wait
i don’t think that they can relate

[verse 1]

whats the deal with me
it seems like every time
i try to do whats right
something starts to fail
when i come back from that church camp
i feel close i feel good
when i come back i feel shook
yes you mend me yes you heal me
all i want is peace
but i’m worried bout what people think
i tell them what they wanna hear
not what i feel
i don’t wanna pray or read my bible
yet i wonder why i’m suicidal
homie get the rifle
if i’m dead i get my peace
but there’s people out there that care for me
really, i wanna meet em
i wanna see em
truth is they care about my mask
they don’t see myself
if i don’t like myself then how can they
this is a just peek of my brain
put the rifle up
let’s run away
i don’t feel loved
i’m sick of not knowing what to or what to say
i could pray text they phone like they’ll respond
i got nothing now that options gone

[bridge/chorus]

i told em whats on my mind
i’ll be here to help you guide
they never replied
all they said was do not hide

[verse 2]

grandma died
dreams are coming true
but what they mean
i got no clue
put the gun down
time to score a touchdown
on the sidelines
i hear how you doing
i just say i’m fine
but to be honest
if you gave me five more minutes
i’d be at my house completely wasted
yes it’s complicated i just get so frustrated
i’m not motivated i ain’t got a life to live
i’m done with all the lies
but my apologize would surprise most
making me feel exposed
then feel like a ghost
hit the doctor when i’m diagnosed
with depression
pro’lly get overdosed later
please hand me the razor
none of this is working
all it is is hurting
but i keep on wondering
will i always be suffering
i know im searching
but for whats the question
do i got a reason
i’m inside a troubled season
all my friends feel like leaving
i can’t blame em
i’m a mess and i can’t handle any stress at all god!

[bridge]

ecc chapter 3-

time for birth and time for death
time to plant and time to weed
time to k!ll and time to heal
time to tear and time to build
time to weep and time to laugh
time to mourn and time to dance
time to scatter time to gather
time to hug and time to not
time to search and time to stop
time to keep and time to rid
time to break and time to mend
time for silence time for words
time to love and time to hate
time for war and time for peace
there’s a time for everything

[outro]

– ecclesiastes 3:1-8

- kyree d

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