I really think that I've been movin' too fast Now I'm just coastin' Tried to find myself and got lost in the ocean, of life While I'm holdin' on it's "obm knife" I get caught up in the strife And forget to get a hold of my sights We got regret and things that we didn't do Wish we could take it back and change it up we're interviews 'Cause I'm caught up in this interview Which holdin' on my head has got me feelin' like I'm livin' too I'm dead inside It seems like this road is a dead end drive, but I don't care and I don't mind I just sit inside and waste my time, without you Never did doubt you Never tried to shout from the rooftops about how you changed my life So fuck it if you lost in me I'm just tryna say I payed my price Is it somethin' with the way I write About the way I contemplate on how to take my life The way I waste my nights And erase my frights Just to deal with the fact that I hate my... Well it's just an idea But maybe you should let go 'Cause I know that if I stay I'll end up hurting you again because I said so I've got lead ankles and I'm drownin' in myself Everybody seems to leave when I'm down, in need of help And I'm sick of being hurt but even worse it kinda felt Like we barely stood for somethin' after all Like we really stood for somethin' after all Like we really stood for somethin' after all And now I'm stuck waitin' for another shitty day with my knife wounded back against a wall Get this and get it straight. Crime is a sucker for all those who travel and wind up in the gutter of a prison or a grave. There's no other end, but they never learn