Always get depressed at the wrong times
Try to rehabilitate why I write rhymes
Don't even know when I'm fine
Sometimes just wanna go and flatline
Always messin up but don't really want to die
So I sit at night and force myself to cry
Livin on the grounds that it's harder than to die
Pull myself up when there's no one at my side
Ima be the first to tell you true shit
I'll bet none of y'all would have knew this
So don't hurt yourself in tryin to view this
People been actin hella abusive
Big guy got a soft heart
When his daddy died tore him apart
Made jokes and got really dark
Tried love but that's hard
When nobody loves you romantically
And you tryin frantically
To keep yo self happy
Then you turn to rapping
Make some hardcore shit
Turn tears to anger just want to make it
Wanna be the greatest
But you get depressed and rhymes become basic
Most people would never guess
That a young white boy whos hella blessed
Would ever be in a spot to be depressed
But what would you do when you got no one left?
Always get depressed at the wrong times
Try to rehabilitate why I write rhymes
Don't even know when I'm fine
Sometimes just wanna go and flatline
Always messin up but don't really want to die
So I sit at night and force myself to cry
Livin on the grounds that it's harder than to die
Pull myself up when there's no one at my side
Always get depressed at the wrong times
But when is the right time?
When is the right time?
When is the right time?
SAD Saint - Reflection Lyrics
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Always get depressed at the wrong times
Try to rehabilitate why I write rhymes
Don't even know when I'm fine
Sometimes just wanna go and flatline
Always messin up but don't really want to die
So I sit at night and force myself to cry
Livin on the grounds that it's harder than to die
Pull myself up when there's no one at my side
Ima be the first to tell you true shit
I'll bet none of y'all would have knew this
So don't hurt yourself in tryin to view this
People been actin hella abusive
Big guy got a soft heart
When his daddy died tore him apart
Made jokes and got really dark
Tried love but that's hard
When nobody loves you romantically
And you tryin frantically
To keep yo self happy
Then you turn to rapping
Make some hardcore shit
Turn tears to anger just want to make it
Wanna be the greatest
But you get depressed and rhymes become basic
Most people would never guess
That a young white boy whos hella blessed
Would ever be in a spot to be depressed
But what would you do when you got no one left?
Always get depressed at the wrong times
Try to rehabilitate why I write rhymes
Don't even know when I'm fine
Sometimes just wanna go and flatline
Always messin up but don't really want to die
So I sit at night and force myself to cry
Livin on the grounds that it's harder than to die
Pull myself up when there's no one at my side
Always get depressed at the wrong times
But when is the right time?
When is the right time?
When is the right time?
Try to rehabilitate why I write rhymes
Don't even know when I'm fine
Sometimes just wanna go and flatline
Always messin up but don't really want to die
So I sit at night and force myself to cry
Livin on the grounds that it's harder than to die
Pull myself up when there's no one at my side
Ima be the first to tell you true shit
I'll bet none of y'all would have knew this
So don't hurt yourself in tryin to view this
People been actin hella abusive
Big guy got a soft heart
When his daddy died tore him apart
Made jokes and got really dark
Tried love but that's hard
When nobody loves you romantically
And you tryin frantically
To keep yo self happy
Then you turn to rapping
Make some hardcore shit
Turn tears to anger just want to make it
Wanna be the greatest
But you get depressed and rhymes become basic
Most people would never guess
That a young white boy whos hella blessed
Would ever be in a spot to be depressed
But what would you do when you got no one left?
Always get depressed at the wrong times
Try to rehabilitate why I write rhymes
Don't even know when I'm fine
Sometimes just wanna go and flatline
Always messin up but don't really want to die
So I sit at night and force myself to cry
Livin on the grounds that it's harder than to die
Pull myself up when there's no one at my side
Always get depressed at the wrong times
But when is the right time?
When is the right time?
When is the right time?
Writer: Joshua Lipscomb
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