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• Artiste: Grieves
• Titre: Growing Pains
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I take a breath and breathe it out/ Life has been a bitch holding onto me, I'm always freaking out/ I don't play well with others, I panic in the crowd, and I'm quick to fall in love that's why I'm always on the ground/ So pick it up, pop the umbrella over my problems and understand I'll never be a man until I solve them/ And sometimes I wish that I could go back home, yeah crawl into my childhood dreams and be alone/ And that would be everything - just another boy left with nothing / An object of security slowly losing its stuffing/ The Sumter Square slum king, looking for another motherfucking chance to re-break the broken in is something/ And that's the part I'm never going to get, growing up is more than just a mind state and owning all your debts/ Blowing out the breath I don't feel so tall, so tell me how am I supposed to reach anything, anything at all/ Anything at all/ Tell me how, Can I grow to see the change in my life, I wanted, to overcome the battle inside, what is owed to anxiety's hold is there a better way to figure it out?/ I sweep it all under the rug/ Cover up the loss found inside of me and wash it down with blood/ I was born with an option and taught to swim a flood/ But the older I become I start to humor giving up/ So pick it up, listen to all of the words in my head, and understand I'll have a shaky hand until they're said/ And I don't know if I can get my mind-state back, but I would travel to the end just to feel that grasp/ And that would be everything, speak it through the can on the line, and prophesize the future from the twinkle in my eye/ I could wrinkle up and die in the room where the dreams started talking to me constantly and dancing through the sky/ I'm alive, but growing up has proved to be a task, and left a couple daydreams broken down and smashed/ Looking through the glass I don't feel so tall/ So tell me how am I supposed to reach anything, anything at all/ Anything at all Tell me how, Can I grow to see the change in my life, I wanted, to overcome the battle inside, what is owed to anxiety's hold is there a better way to figure it out?