So many souls with how many lows and how many highs
So many hoped but how many grew and how many died
How dove and how many flew and how many ride
Theres so many truths im summoning more but harmonies cold
And summers behind a wandering soul thats wandering why
But honestly times just not enough for me to get caught up
With everything inside my scattering mind buts that how it is
When up in the mix and pulled by this shit and pulled by those forces
Fooled by those choices everything is here gotta hear all of those voices
Society anxiety inside of me like siamese twins
Im trying to be im trying to breath im trying bring im trying begin
Not comfortable my rumpled clothes goosebumps will know
Might comatose might hibernate might commodore then sink
Can't ignore the feeling of sithlord they tellin me theres war raging internally
Misfits poke my feelings get pitchforks and all of this emotions houniversally accepted
So get on grind stay on yo game magic over obstacles ain't nothing changed
Except for the progress move forward today and make