prod me
guitar by Morgan Cheadle

let me go
this place reminds me of what we once called home
walkin this empty road
the path before mes left me nowhere to go 

everything that i see
and all the air that i breathe could
never even amount to the way we used to be no  

wakin up in your sheets
every day is so exhuasting but
ill do it for you i dont care about me still

its like i never even mattered
put my fist into a mirror just to watch it shatter
every day i eat my life away im only getting fatter
and the soul i left behind is begging me "do somethin about it"
i dont know how  
i dont even know where to start
its like the weight upon my shoulders keeps me off of the charts
its gettin sickening
try to do the things that i love but deep down
theyre only pulling strings away from my heart

let me go
this place reminds me of what we once called home
walkin this empty road
the path before mes left me nowhere to go 

everything that i see
and all the air that i breathe could (let me go)
never even amount to the way we used to be no
(this place reminds me of what we once called home)

wakin up in your sheets
every day is so exhuasting but (walkin this empty road)
ill do it for you i dont care about me still
(the path before mes left me nowhere to go)

chapter II: a reminder of home

What are you so afraid of?
Is it love or wasting your time?

chapter II: a reminder of home

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