Make My Way

Make my way
I’ll make my way, believe me
Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy
They say that sleep is the cousin of death
And so I keep pushing forward till my last breath
Make my way
I’ll make my way, believe me
Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy
They say that sleep is the cousin of death
And so I keep pushing forward to my last breath
I haven’t slept in almost three whole nights
The sun, it hurts my eyes
And I prefer the night when, the world it doesn’t move
My brain don’t feel right, feels computerized
Don’t switch, consume my mind
Chemicals don’t seem to suit
So I lie away, just making decent breaks
It’s like the music takes me to a place where there’s no pain
So I make my way, yeah I make my way
Make my way
I’ll make my way, believe me
Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy
They say that sleep is the cousin of death
And so I keep pushing forward till my last breath
Make my way
I’ll make my way, believe me
Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy
They say that sleep is the cousin of death
And so I keep pushing forward till my last breath
My world is shaped like bedroom floors and skirting boards
My brain is all but crystal clear
It’s 4:30 a.m. here, on my laptop in full gear
Making beats that play my speakers
Seek to reach the hemisphere
Sun, it rises, fills the skies, alludes me like a cavalier
I feel hope but yet so broke
I walk a rope, the tightest rope
I cannot escape, my mind is broke
My thoughts are inside the microscope
And I’m soaked, swimmin' in seas full of salt
Drowning in solitude, drowning my thoughts
Swimmin' in rivers of babylon
Bubbling, troubling and holding me down by my throat
I try to be that joke
I’m clinging onto hope
The problems of this world live in the lump inside my throat
I’ve fallen hard from grace, my angels hide their face but hey
I’ll make my way
Make my way
I’ll make my way, believe me
Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy
They say that sleep is the cousin of death
And so I keep pushing forward till my last breath
Make my way
I’ll make my way, believe me
Life can be such trouble honey, nothing comes easy
They say that sleep is the cousin of death
And so I keep pushing forward to my last breath
What-what-what-what went wrong?
What went wrong, went wrong?
Wrong, wrong
W-w-w-w-went wrong
Wrong
What went wrong?