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letra de aspirations - logpog

[verse 1: logpog]
when i look into the mirror, all i see is mistakes
cracked glass, a broken window pane
pain’s not the feeling, it’s more like regret
for all the different things i should’ve thought or done or said
what don’t i get about it? i can’t circumvent it
the past is the past, all i can do is prevent it
in the future, but no matter what percent of my effort
i put in, the problems get cruder
so, maybe i shouldn’t even try to stop it, and just accept it
but it gets worse in every coming second
because, no matter if i want to, i end up reflecting on my actions
retracting-

[hook: logpog, logpog & glexander]
any semblance of an ability to move on, i’m getting toasted like a crouton
it’s not fun, i’ve lost calm, and it feels like i’ve lost
and can’t win, trying to hold on
but my hope is vanishing, despite all my efforts to keep it with me
disturbed with shocked nerves, i’m not calm
i’m unearthed, it hurts to forget my goals
because they’re un0btainable and i can’t take hold
so, i got to take caution and stop aiming for a claim

[verse 2: glexander]
that i’m good at rapping
doesn’t matter if i’m right or not, ’cause i’m not good at acting
let my doubts take me over within a few seconds
no matter how long this goes on, i never learn my lesson (nope)
keep asking myself, “what’s the point of it all?”
raising my expectations, at this point, i’m scared to fall
it’s gotten out of hand, feels like i’ve lost all control
even though the whole point of this was that i can feel this hole
in my soul that i’ve been searching for
every single betrayal still leaves me shaken to the core
i don’t even know why i’m trying anymore
’cause it all ends with me lying, depressed on the floor
losing sight of why i started despite me staring right at it
thinking back to the days where my song cover had a rabbit
when i’d only wear that stupid leather jacket (heh)
chasing after my old happiness, knowing i’ll never catch it
[hook: logpog & glexander]
any semblance of an ability to move on, i’m getting toasted like a crouton (nah, nah, nah, nah)
it’s not fun, i’ve lost calm, and it feels like i’ve lost ([?])
and can’t win, trying to hold on
but my hope is vanishing, despite all my efforts to keep it with me
disturbed with shocked nerves, i’m not calm
i’m unearthed, it hurts to forget my goals
because they’re un0btainable and i can’t take hold
so, i got to take caution and stop aiming for a claim

- logpog

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