I'm struggling bad, i still cry at night still swinging but I'm losing this fight God I'm begging you make things alright takes it off my chest so these bars i write fuck i might lose my life that's an eternal goodbye how did i become this guy now it might be better if i die i wipe the tears from my eyes tomorrow i give it another try time i gotta do gives me butterflies i guess im growing up but still thinking why cos i used to have a life but my first ex told me don't chill with those guys now I'm 25 am i to old or disguised to turn it all around so my future looks bright Still I dream on try to think of better days Almost impossible caught in depressive haze It would be a miracle if I were to make it Called fake but I'm just me I'm not on no fake shit still I feel better in the mornings it's at the end of the day it gets daunting my past won't leave me it be haunting God if i make it the cross I'll be flaunting