I haven’t felt my pulse since ‘02
And
I haven’t been myself since ‘16
And for that there’s so many bullets I owe you
The old me would turn our DMs to a crime scene
And there’s many more bullets that I owe all of them
But now I walk a different path, I never follow them
Cuz I know that the road leads
To a forest where the soul bleeds
That’s where the red fern grows
The love is high so it’ll combat the lows
But every
Year
Colder and colder, my skin grows
The map my skin shows
Receives an additional line
That’s why this year I decided to alter mine
A semi-melancholy odyssey
Cuz I’m becoming everything I thought I’d never be
Look in the mirror, there’s a person I cannot I
D

But it’s ok imma be alright
It’s ok imma be alright
Imma be alright
Blinded by the apathy but still ain’t lost my
Sight