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Bring me back to life
I'm in belief that my sould has committed suicide
My heart rate slowly turns to a flat line
as I try and gasp for air one last time
It becomes harder to breathe, or so it seems
you're just suffocating me
Covering me like a comforter on Summer's eve
resting your head on my shoulder as if my own neck doesn't belong to me
I mean, I'm suffocating
slowly losing consiousness of the situation I used to be so infatuated with
but now all I can do is gather my thoughts and stay contemplatin'
Taking deep breaths
as I'm tryna get a hold of myself
and deviate from you
after all we've been through
I still haven't learned to breathe
I quit tryin' , now I'm tryna leave
because you're suffocating me
Why don't you just shove a plastic bag over my head and wish me dead
Throw me in a ditch and wish I never said what I said
But instead you stand in shock, and you can only listen
I may have hurt you, but I have good intentions
May I mention that this scenario isn't the only one that has my heart in remission
I have a problem with being reminiscent
Thinkin' back on time I wish could've went different
I can see it clear, the picture is so vivid
Goin back to the times when I know I was trippin
In my father's face, growing up, but forgettin'
That I was still his baby girl
and with that came some tension
He couldn't stand to see his daughter fall into the hands of another man
SO keeping me in the house was attempted
but I was so tempted
left home unexpected
for days at a time
I didn't wanna be a burden
Tellin' myself lies like "I'm alright"
when we all know I was hurtin
If you ask me, I'd just say I was searchin'
for the love that was already being given
the love I thought I was missin'
But I was too caught up, didnt wanna listen
Hard to believe, but I had good intentions
Lastly, I should mention
that I don't do things to gather attention
I've got a problem with purchasing weed to add to my collection
of reasons
to help explain why my attitude changes like the seasons
I'm out here smokin', got my mom grieving
Tellin' her one thing so she can keep believeing
that my soul is still pure
These problems buildin' up
and weed seems like the cure
I keep buyin, cuz the blunt finishes and I'm still not sure of who I am and where I stnd
Weed seems like my number one fan
She takes me high when no one else can
It's not that I can't stop, it's just that I won't
I'm hard-headed , never listenin
Almost hard to believe that I have good intentions
I mean not to hurt you
but to speak the truth
The first step to recovery is admitting to what you do
I hpe you can forgive me since I give you honest confessions
Look into my eyes and see I'm just a soul with good intentions.
