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letra de burden - miles canady

[verse 1]
where i’m going? can’t call it, i got a dollar left in my wallet
ain’t been to the gym in some weeks, but still always need to be spotted
know my friends sick of me, cause i’m just as broke as my heart is
always crying over somebody, complaining, in need, or i’m starving
i think they tolerate me – “who’s gonna scoop him this time? or spot him so i don’t hear this weak n-gg- whine?”
they try to help and i push it away, knowing that i’m complacent and way out of line
i feel like i don’t deserve it, lazy and acting like i’m the one hurting
i’m out of pocket asking for help first – when will i learn, man? i feel so worthless

[hook]
i’m such a burden
i’m such a burden
i’m such a burden
(know i’m wrong asking for help, wondering where did this start
try to keep it all together, i can’t help but fall apart
honestly i don’t feel strong, write it all down in a song
i don’t think i can be saved, really i’m praying i’m wrong)

[verse 2]
mom calling, my phone on dnd, dad texts, i don’t respond easily
ain’t spoke to my grandma in some months, it’s rare if my sister’s seeing me
and we live in the same apartment too, barely talk when she drops me off for school
phone ringing makes me uncomfortable, shocked when i realized it’s nothing new
skipping cl-sses mama paid for to write, nothing i know that’ll make it alright
i’m a waste of money, waste of sp-ce & of time, but she don’t know that, she thinks i’m doing fine
father texting, ain’t responded in days, we been distant since they parted in ways
every call i play it awkward & safe, ain’t no “how you been” or “how was your day”’s
no conversation, i’m broken and always taking, all this thought of compensation
it’s kinda crazy, you remain calm & patient, though you’re not fond of waiting
it’s hard to say, i feel past the point of saving, look at this time i’m wasting
you tolerate it, and say i’ll find a way, i think i’m not mistaken
cause really, my soul needs a gps, and i think i’m the reason i see you stressed
every time i think about it, my reason’s clouded and i start thinking leaving’s best
so i just act like i’m never home, and can’t bring myself to answer phones
i can’t let it go, and i can’t end this on a better note
cause

- miles canady

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