Cold - Softheart, sorrow bringer

There’s nothing I could change

And I realize there was nothing I could say

People that I lost that I know I couldn’t save

Life and death is a sad tragedy

The depravity of where they ended up

And the shit wasn’t they fault

But that’s a different story

And it make me so emotionally drained

I don’t wanna look but this shit right in front my face

But i would go witcha

I’m not indifferent, I was just tryna be forward witcha

I was thinking about getting out this cold witcha

In the rain it never feeling like it pours witcha

It’s a little bit harder but there’s hope witcha

And I wish all th best to all of those

That I love

And I wish a slow dath to all my foes

I know that I always go ghost

And I know I’m complicated

But for you I care the most

There’s some good and some bad

But I won’t pay no mind to what they said

It’s a struggle but I’d never trade

Ride out crazy in my lane

You could go

Or you could stay

But don’t be surprised when it cave

In the air there’s something thin

There’s something strange

I get colder with every day I age

(Age)

Welcome to the gutter

What you get is what you got

And I don’t care if I’m a goner

I’m much better as a loner

Leave me as a martyr

I’m a lamb to the slaughter

I don’t need no fancy coffin

Let the maggots eat my carcass

But I still don’t wanna trade

Anti-commerce yeah

But life is just a never-ending sentence chasing commas

Know right now you feel safe

And supported, yeah

But are you gonna feel the same

When it’s harder

Suburbia’s a sham

It’s all just fake and moronic

If you walk a couple blocks

You’ll see the broken and impoverished

I’ve been dodging full shark tanks and piranhas

And I know I shouldn’t be up inside this bitch

But I’m still here because I like it

I don’t question it, just do this shit

Because I like it

Ain’t nobody missing, it’s just crippling and stifling

Ain’t a positive message you get when you decipher it

When the sun down, a pretty picture turns violent

And it only tightens up the grip though when you fight it

It ain’t nothing like what you expect though

When you find it

In a dark town where the innocence is dying

There ain’t no sound but you can listen to the silence