Lyrics
Therapeutic
My music
I use it
And don't abuse it
Got some shit on my chest
And I ain't been doing my worst
But like a curse
I go back to my worst days
Till I end up in a hearse
I can't converse
But can't leave it cuz I'm addicted
My words always conflicted
My mind is always racing
With lyrics through the day
And at night
Can't go to bed
And its so fucking frustrating
Its so soul draining
But I don't really care
Cuz I love it I swear
Can't live or be without it
My bride can always count it
When I end up alone
And when up to my own devices
It kept me out of trouble
It made me a good kid
To all the adults who cared
But I have to go through the trauma
Again and Again
Cuz when you live the life that I did
It comes with its own sins
May never have caught a body
Or robbed Miss O'Riley
But have my own pain
My museum of sins
Vincent Nagara
O/B/O DistroKid