too afraid to take a risk to tell you how i feel
i feel so incapable, as if my words were stolen
or already spoken

i'm holding on, to the thought of you
like the bearing trees and the scattered leaves
we are inevitable and i won't let go 
we are inevitable and i won't let go

tried to find reasons to hate you
just because you don't love me how i wanted you to
i want to steal your pain from you
so you'd realize even if i don't understand it
i still feel it too

when you are around i'm wreathing
i swear you're bettering me
but still i keep my mouth closed
i don't wanna know
if i had it wrong all along

i'm holding on, to the thought of you
like the weighted moon and the sunday come
we are inevitable and i won't let go 
we are inevitable and i won't let go

did you see me look at you when i sang that song?
it's the best i can do, it's the best i can do
did you see me look at you when i sang that song?
it's the best i can, it's the best i can do

i'm holding on, to the thought of you
like the dying light in our last goodbye
we are inevitable and i won't let go 
we are inevitable and i won't let go

inevitable.

K.M.W.N.O.Y.F.M

You see that guy in the gucci suit
The one with the Rolex
The one walking into the high-rise like he ownes the whole damn block

He got a secret
He still checks his bank balance a dozen times a day
Still gets that little knot in his stomach everytime the phone rings
Still remembers the taste of instant noodles and the feel of a secondhand coat in a bitter wind

He ain’t no different to me

I see that girl on the corner, all torn jeans and defiant eyeliner
She’s got a story, too
A story of late nights and empty bottles and a phone that never rings with the right name
She got a tatoo of a bird on her wrist, a tiny thing
It’s not about freedom
It’s about being grounded
It’s about a cage she can’t fly out of

She ain’t no different to me

We all got our ghosts
Our regrets
Our silent prayers whispered into the pillow at 3am
We’re all holding our breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The CEO, the janitor
The influencer with a million likes, the kid with no friends
We’re all just trying to get by, trying to make sense of the noise

We put on these masks
The tough guy
The pretty one
The smart one
The one who has it all figured out
But peel back the layers and what do you find
The same raw, vulnerable heart
The same fear of not being enough

So next time you look at someone and think
“I could never be them” 
or
“They could never understand me”
take a moment
Look closer
Past the clothes
Past the car
Past the curated feed

You’lll see it
The flicker of doubt in their eyes
The tremor in their hand when they think no one’s looking
The way they stare at the ceiling, wondering where it all went wrong, or where it’s all going to go

And you’ll know.  They’re just like you. and me.

They ain’t no different.  Not one bit

Are We All The Same

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Hanoi 1

My Shadow is the full length studio debut from multi-talented artist Quinton Brock.  In the album’s 30 minutes, Quinton grabs his listener & brings them on a thrilling highly-caffeinated adventure through the binds of his inner psyche.

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