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letra de gloom - tillr

[intro]
i’m so far away from the world i know
by the time i get back, i’ll be dead and cold
i’m wasting away in this dark rainy place in my head

[verse]
i don’t know where i’m going but i hope that it’s a nice place
cause lately i’ve been in a state where every day the skies rain
but i know that times change and my pain will fade to nothing
these sad songs are my solace so i’m making dozens
turned into a workaholic, don’t know if i hate or love it
but now it’s slowly but surely starting to raise my budget
it took some patience but now everybody’s paying hundrеds
i guess i can finally put my faith in something
but deprеssion still exists, so i’ll find a way to numb it
and try to sever the ties if i can find a blade to cut with
caught up in the memories of times when i was happy
staying up for days because i’m tweaking off the addy’s
just a freak from tallahassee, rolling weed up in the back seat
sparking up a blunt suppressing demons that attack me
if you ask me, life is nothing but a f-cking paradox
i’ll never understand it but i’ll carry on
i would send a prayer to god
but i question if he’s there or not
got me contemplating why i wear a cross
one day i’ma die so i’m gonna keep on blaring songs
i’ma keep on taking shots until i’m too impaired to walk
cause i don’t even care at all, i’m just sick of feeling empty
i’ma try and make a name cause it’s a given they’ll forget me
if i don’t, roaming wherever the wind blows
spitting lyrics hoping that they hit home
i’m sorry that i see the world in black and white
i’m sorry that i don’t really antic-p-te an afterlife
all i believe in is making music to pass the time
hoping my supporters will be satisfied
i sacrifice it all, i got lyrics on the walls
wondering if you will feel my spirit when i’m gone
we be living in a world where everybody got some sh-t to say
same feelings different day, take some drugs and drift away
wish i could forget the pain, i got a void in my chest
and a voice in my head telling me when i’m dead
i’ll be free from all the stress and i’ll no longer feel depressed
and while that sh-t may be correct, as long as i got a pen
and somewhere to f-cking vent, i think i’ll be just fine
cause that’s never let me down when i’m going through hard times
shuffle through my archive, you’ll relive some dark nights
talking to the hotline while gripping on a sharp knife
[hook]
reminiscing on the good times
in my f-cking dreams, i be thinking bout the good life
drinking fine wine in the hills looking out to the city
hope to see you all come with me
but i’m not perfect so don’t expect
much out of me i’m like all the rest
except i’m a little more depressed
and i’m more inside my head
contemplating if i’m better off dead

- tillr

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