Lyrics
Day time I control my feelings, night times like a different story. I'm tired of these so called friends and all of these girls that bore me
Expressing the contrast between daytime control of emotions and nighttime struggles, frustration with shallow friendships and boring relationships.
I'm far from a rock star, but I live that lifestyle frequently, there's no one left to compete with me but me inside my family tree.
Acknowledging a non-rockstar lifestyle but frequent engagement in a rockstar-like existence, highlighting internal competition within the family.
I can't take back what I done wrong and thing's I've struggled with, maybe life as an addict stuck in limbo is my punishment.
Admitting inability to undo past mistakes and the ongoing struggle, suggesting addiction as a form of punishment or consequence.
Sometimes I feel my angels, most days I feel my demons, I can feel them fighting my feelings come and go like the season.
Describing the internal conflict between positive and negative influences, using seasonal metaphor for fluctuating emotions.
(Inhale, exhale)
Pause for breathing, possibly indicating the need for a moment of relief or reflection.
The relieve this mounted pressure, it ain't nothing unexpected, learn lessons I've regretted.
Acknowledging the inevitability of mounting pressure and learning from regrettable lessons.
My life's at a crossroad with friends and family demanding take the advice that they hand me like candy (but I can't think about it)
Life is at a crossroad with conflicting advice from friends and family, expressing difficulty in considering their counsel.
Toss and I turn in my bed I can't sleep while the day's turn to weeks I feel weak (but I can't think about it)
Insomnia and weakness during solitary nights, avoiding contemplation of problems.
When I'm home all alone no one calling my phone and my mind starts to roam (but I can't think about it)
Loneliness and wandering thoughts when alone, resisting the urge to confront issues.
On my own..... my own, my own, my own.... On my own, my own, my own.... On my own, my own, my own...
Repetition of being on one's own, emphasizing isolation and a struggle to confront personal issues.
(I think I'm losing it, but I can't think about it)
Expressing a sense of losing control but refusing to dwell on it.
Depression's real and it hurt's bad prepare for the devastation, prepare for the ones that leave you, prepare for the medication.
Addressing the reality of depression, anticipating the emotional toll, and preparing for its consequences.
Prepare for the judgement and all that comes along with it, they don't get it, find ways to spin it even when you admit it.
Preparation for judgment and challenges, acknowledging the difficulty in making others understand one's struggles.
(I'm crying inside, feel I'm dying inside, no one riding beside me I'm lost can you find me?)
Expressing inner pain and the feeling of being lost without companionship.
Emotions deep as oceans, never wanna be the one that's outcasted, only wanna be the one that's outlasting all of this pain and surpassed it.
Desire to avoid being an outcast, aspiring to endure and overcome pain.
See it's common to fight, what is wrong what is right, but I'll never be a prisoner that's trapped in my comments or likes.
Rejecting the idea of being imprisoned by public opinion or social media validation.
When they hate you they can break you or they make you so I shout it, feel I'm losing I've left clues and no excuses (But I can't think about it)
Reflecting on the impact of hate, recognizing the potential to break or make an individual, despite feeling lost.
Toss and I turn in my bed I can't sleep while the day's turn to weeks I feel weak (but I can't think about it)
Reiteration of insomnia and weakness during nights, avoiding deep contemplation of issues.
When I'm home all alone no one calling my phone and my mind starts to roam (but I can't think about it)
Emphasizing loneliness and wandering thoughts when alone, resisting the urge to confront problems.
On my own..... my own, my own, my own.... On my own, my own, my own.... On my own, my own, my own...
Repetition of being on one's own, underscoring the ongoing struggle with personal issues.
(I think I'm losing it, but I can't think about it)
Expressing a sense of losing control but refusing to dwell on it.
my own, my own, my own.... On my own, my own, my own.... On my own, my own, my own...
Repetition of being on one's own, reinforcing the theme of isolation and personal struggle.
(I think I'm losing it, but I can't think about it)
Final repetition of feeling like losing control but determined not to dwell on it.
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