Words

Intentions are to use this beat, turn it into an intrumental, keep the hook,

then rap my verses

 

[Hook]- "Skylar Grey"

So many questions

But I'm talking to myself

I know that you can't hear me any more

Not anymore

So much to tell you

And most of all goodbye

But I know that you can't hear me any more

 

[Verse 1]

You don't know how many times I've stared into the unknown.

Trying to find a way back home.

Wondering why I'm so faceless.

I'm a just waste to this.

Walking down a dark cold road, trying to solve problems that will never unfold.

And I've been told I ain't worth it, well shit. Nothing's perfect.

That's why I work with it. I try my best not to be like the rest.

I wanna make a movement, instead of sitting their thinking of how to improve it.

I'd say fuck everyone it's just ME and YOU, but you wouldn't know what to do..

 

[Hook]- "Skylar Grey"

So many questions

But I'm talking to myself

I know that you can't hear me any more

Not anymore

So much to tell you

And most of all goodbye

But I know that you can't hear me any more

 

[Verse 2]

Chasing dreams that can't been grasped.

Always trying to grab something when im falling to fast.

It's fair to say life's been a blast but everyday I live in the past.

When life was fair.... but do I care?

Do I care if I die here. Nah, let's just play this out like Shakespeare.

Here's the scene, picture me in my room, lights off, curtains closed, it's kinda

gloom.

Sitting their with prescription pills, all of which I take cause god deems me ill.

Open up the bottle, thoughts runnin through my head like

"man am I really gonna be dead?"

Put it to my mouth, tilt my head back, I'm this close to an oncoming heart attack

Move towards the bed, lay down, and slowly drift into a black sound.

 

[Hook]- "Skylar Grey"

So many questions

But I'm talking to myself

I know that you can't hear me any more

Not anymore

So much to tell you

And most of all goodbye

But I know that you can't hear me any more

 

[Verse 3]

And then I find myself speeding to places to see faces, ending it all off in

disappointments, but maybe as a kid that's why I went to different appointments.

Sitting In font of a doctor hearing words that life's good, everything's ok.

But no, everything's not ok, I'm fucked up in a way.

A doctor can't understand how I'll develop as a man, and as I grow,

so will this shit I carry. Cause no matter what, in the end nothing's to scary.

I like the feeling of death. If death walked by, I'd stare it right in the eye,

maybe I'd hold it's hand and walk a mile or two, then id finish off my journey

by trading shoes, I wonder if death could handle what I've been through.