Frail - Rivilin

I see the memories of us stack to the back of my head

I can’t tell what is fact from fiction, I don’t wanna make decisions like this

I’m just stuck in bed like its a prison, lost to sleep, now losing vision

Best times I’ve had were with you

Memories of us stack to the back of my head

I can’t tell what is fact from fiction, I don’t wanna make decisions like this

Cus were are you now man

I guess I just miss you

So what does this make us now, lingering in this cloud

Of choosing where I wanna go and who I want to be

But everyone wants something from me

They see that I’m just coming up and every day it feels like I’m just I’m

loosing more of myself

Of pictures of us together

Losing sense of structure all again

Brown hair, brown eyes, you say its fine, but I’m not really coping

Constant state of high i’m fading, depression wants to say he’s here again

Maybe I deserve it, maybe I don’t, maybe its karma, maybe its a joke

I don’t really know my options but I feel like I’ve lost hope

Fading back and forth between reality

Maybe its time I just leave

Have you felt the feeling of shame from your family man

When you just wanna follow your dream and pursue something that’s important to

you

Cus I know what it’s like to be kicked on the floor

They don’t look at me anymore they just shut the door

I’m just a rat, just a vermin, alone I’m a hermit

Living in the back producing my beats

So ill just stay alone

Cus everything I do just ends up hurting you