a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

mirror (note to self) - faaathom lyrics

verse 1:
aye, aye, got a problem
solve it with your hands
momma taught me all of that
my father told me i’m the man
so i listened to my kin
now i am where i am
what a mindset
and i got my mind set
forever in your debt
you showed me all you could
so i do all i can
like i know i should
when i left childhood
i thought it’d be so good
same from before, mental war
that’s for sure
got it twisted
the whole point, (you missed it)
not glorifying being, (depressed and broken)
i just know i’m open, and hoping to share it
stop your own heart from closing
know i got love for you, (here is why)
i learned on my own (you ain’t gotta die)
even though sometimes i still cry
i lie awake wondering why, why, why

hook:
you don’t have an answer for me do you?
i guess i gotta expect that from the mirror
so i stare and ask myself what to do
and i guess i still need some help

verse 2:
i’m a mess can you clean me up
scotty, will you beam me up
thinking that i’ve had enough
i never knew it’d be this tough
but here i am, here i am
lying to my mom again
staring in bottle then
then chug it, i do
messy, messy man
i’m stressing life again
i grab a bong forgetting what it means to hold a pen
and write my wrongs, with these songs, wait
but one thing is true
i’m a mess can you clean me up
scotty, will you beam me up
thinking that i’ve had enough
i think, i think
i did my best can i leave it up
i wonder if my time is up
thinking that i’ve had enough
i sink, i drink
all the time that i wasted on
with nothing to show it on
thinking that i’ve had enough
i guess it’s true
every day is crazy
it really do phase me
even when i don’t say the truth
it’s true

hook:
you don’t have an answer for me do you?
i guess i gotta expect that from the mirror
so i stare and ask myself what to do-o
and i guess i still need some help

verse 3:
smoking and drinking to cancel my thinking
i guess this is how i’m gon’ make it
soon i found no healing in the faking
put the bottle down and lifted up the paper
blunt, bowl, joint, joint
smoke more, no point
until i can’t feel my face, i ain’t done
what a way to feel none
why i gotta feel some’n
all i do is hurt i don’t see the point
point is, i was missing it
by hurting me and trying to k!ll it
my soul, to heal it, i know you feel it, wait
sick of being wounded
i can’t blame what you did
all i know is that i’m done
i won’t be polluted

hook:
i guess i finally have an answer for you
i’m happy i pulled it from myself
i think i finally know what to do
but i guess i need some help

- faaathom lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular