Chorus:
Things are getting out of control, feels like i'm runnin out of soul
You are getting heavy to hold, think i'll be letting you go

Verse 1
My self portrait shows a man that the wealth tortured
Self absorbed with his own self offer to shelf all the awards
Worshiping the warships to set sail on my sea of life
Where i see my own self and wonder if we still see alike
We was tight seein lights, speaking right, and breathing life
Now i see my demons and barely even sleep at night
I don't get high life keep me at a decent height
As the old me i predicted all my recent plights
Exhausted trying to fall asleep losses at my recent fights
Burdens on my shoulders now burning all my motives down
Inspiration drying up motivation slowing down

Chorus

Verse 2:
I'm begging you don't let me go
We vowe (vowel) like the letter o
To never go our seperate ways or spin off into seperate shows
Tired of all the words their changin playin all these extra roles
Fueled with all these different spirits livin off these seperate souls
Point in life is getting hollow can't wait for the exit hole
Give me room to entry wound let me end or let me go
So i can roam around this wilderness see it for what it really is i'm prepared and filterless
Magnify the euphemy alibi the shooting spree
Amplify the revolution sanitize the lunacy
Strip away the justice justify the scrutiny
I can see the lasers shootin out of you and me

Chorus

Sometimes i feel like the world
Sometimes i feel like the world is against me
And everything that i've done before i swear we used to be so pure
But we can't be in love no more cuz i don't wanna fight this war
But when i put down my gun i turn around and pick up one
This uzi weighs a ton but i think i'm done

Chorus

Sarah:
Think i'll be letting you go
Things are getting, getting out of control
Said it feels like, like i'm running out of soul
You're getting heavy to hold, think i'll be letting you go

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