everyday, the words "if only i'd done things differently" go thru my mind

i feel like i'm done by the morning

whatever happens, happens

ive been high for days, ill find a way

shit isnt sweet

straight misery

hope it all works out one day

act too tough but i'm dead inside

everytime i fall i don't make a sound

i get high and adore the racks

i got the world in my hand, hella meds up in the other

i'm used to the dark

sometimes i stay silent because no words can explain whats going on in my mind

XO in my hand

tryna find the rights in the wrongs i did

life works in such weird cruel ways

everything is happening so fast times flying

thats life i guess