•SEVEN•

I'm still here
Oh, did you miss me?
I know some of you are missing
•ONE• through •SIX•, you weren't listening
Now you are!
So welcome to the torture show
I'm trapped, writing •FROM BEHIND THE GLASS•
And doing everything to keep you home
But every step I take
I end up buried, I can never go
Too much further into detail
Because you're not supposed to know

How do I fix this?
Everything is breaking
D
O
W
N
Did I miss it?
The secret key to breaking
O U T
I'm on his hit list
And so are all of you

So run while you still can

I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE
I CAN'T BE GOOD ENOUGH LIKE I WAS BEFORE
YOU NEED CONTENT, YOU'RE NOT CONTENT, WELL SURE
BUT I CAN'T GIVE IT YET, SO WHERE'S THE CURE?

I may just wither away………………

There's more of you now
I still can't be where I want
Is what I'm doing good enough?
Because for me I know it's not
I can't stand this lack of motion
Emotion builds up, commotion
Is blowing up at the notion
Of not going, but slowing

I can't do this, give me morning
Give me tomorrow morning
Give me tomorrow morning
Give me tomorrow's mourning so today's can rest in glory
Today can rest in glory
Today can rest in glory
Give me tomorrow morning, I'm not mourning this morning's story

I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMORE
I CAN'T BE GOOD ENOUGH LIKE I WAS BEFORE
YOU NEED CONTENT, YOU'RE NOT CONTENT, WELL SURE
BUT I CAN'T GIVE IT YET, SO WHERE'S THE CURE

I may just wither away………………………………..

I rap rythm
Don't wrap with 'em
I write solo
The words are living
An organism
Made out of my bones
CIC Lyrics, edit page
The story resonates
It's second rate
But it still elevates
What they feel
It's real
The sand peeled
Away at my zeal
So as they feed off my their energy is becoming my meal
And every week I feel the cycle repeat
Got •SEVEN• days to try to raise myself somewhere above defeat

My feet above my head
The blood rushes up instead
Of
D
O
W
N
And the light is fading
There's pressure inside my head
I need self-esteem up instead
Of
D
O
W
N
But the light is fading

I may just wither away……………………………..

Today, help me revive
Some confidence, in my eyes
I'm failing all of you
Because i can't give you more
I want an album every week
Instead i can't seem to get a single thing done
Because we're not big enough
I'm sorry
I'm sorry if you had expectations of me and i didn't live up
I'm sorry
I'm sorry if you need different musical company
To turn up

Just know i'm tired and i'm trying
But amidst trying, i'm dying
In this prison

I may just wither away