How come? Everywhere I go, Has the same outcome, Another obstacle, To face and come out of, I guess that's the way things are bound to happen, When your trying to make a change in your daily habits, And everyone gives you praise but you feel ashamed to have it, Cuz you know what they say doesn't mean a thing, Whether or not they actually mean what they say, Because I'm me and my brain translates in a different way, I can see that your trying to just get in my way, In Hope's I might I met let you in my brain, Even if theres rain I'll never let you in, Shut you out too find we think the same, Cuz in order to see the way I see things, You're gonna have to take a stroll down memory lane, Rock bottom is real, Been there often I know it well, Everytime I feel like I'm falling to the depths of myself I use the remains of everyone else To build myself a quicker way out, instead of dwelling on myself and living in doubt, I get instropective check myself and climb on out, I dont have time to be hating myself, If I keep that in my mind, Than Ty will probably be hanging himself, But that's not where I wanna be, That's smoking marijuana and i tell you all these things, I'm not asking you to help I'm just asking you to see, And understand sometimes i just need a release, So open your ears and try some empathy, And open your soul to what someone else sees, Put yourself in my shoes for a week, Find you leave with sights you thought you'd never see, Might have you finding sensitivity, Suddenly over things you use to oversee, Humbling your being opening you heart to see beauty as skin deep, Might start to actually see the connections you were meant to be making, I know this cuz I've just overcome the same thing, So dont think no one notices when you're going through pain.