| Over and over again |
| I complicate everything I get my hands on |
| All of this turned to a past song |
| All I ever ever had gone |
| Always thought I had a grip |
| But now I’m thinking that my past wrong |
| All the choices that I made wrong |
| Gotta' question if I’m that strong, yeah |
| Born in a rut |
| Rest in the gravity tryna' get up |
| Grievin' my past |
| Hope they didn’t think I belated my trust |
| Time in a loop |
| Back to the wall, stuck in the room |
| Screaming for help |
| Nobody hears, nobody hears me |
| Busy through this late night |
| Grippin' on my hair, stressing' for some changes |
| Talking through my sane life |
| Think I’m way to far, I don’t think that I will make it |
| Feels like justice on its shell and |
| Time stop 'round my mind can |
| Press play on his passed tape |
| 5 am comes back |
| I feel like the ones that I love are telling the packing |
| They know that the man gone |
| No one really understands me |
| Make it difficult to stand strong |
| Fake friends, skin bled, more pain |
| Tears drop, brain dead, more pain |
| More pain, my pain, yeah |
| Oh uh |
| Busy through this late night |
| Grippin' on my hair, stressing' for some changes |
| Talking through my sane life |
| Think I’m way to far, I don’t think that I will make it |
| It’s 5 am |
| Will it pass |
| I don’t know |
| Will it go away |
| It’s 5 am |
| Will it pass |
| I don’t know |
| Will it go away |
| More pain, more pain, yeah |
| More pain, more pain, yeah |
| More pain, more pain, yeah |