In my bedroom, I write my poetry
I like when the Sun goes down and
Got space for me
I like those butterflies
When the poems rhyme
It makes my words shine
I like to vibe in the streets
Need you to heal me
And is it better in spring?
Is freedom a sin?
My mind’s so deep
Like it’s getting harder
In a puzzle I can’t solve
Trynna find my way
But I'm clouded by my ghost
Riding so slow
I don’t even know what’s up
Bleeding for some love
But they stabbed us in the guts
They don’t care about us
No they never gave a fuck
Life is moving but I'm stuck
I’ve been running out of luck, luck
Riding so slow
I don’t even know what’s up
Bleeding for some love
But they stabbed us in the guts
They don’t care about us
No they never gave a fuck
Life is moving but I'm stuck
I’ve been running out of luck, luck
You say you would die for me
But we’re just kids
I'm a stupid kid
Dying for my sins
You lost the meaning
Heart-broke at only 16
You won’t wait for me
But you know that I’ve been
Riding so slow
I don’t even know what’s up
Bleeding for some love
But they stabbed us in the guts
They don’t care about us
No they never gave a fuck
Life is moving but I'm stuck
I’ve been running out of luck, luck
Riding so slow
I don’t even know what’s up
Bleeding for some love
But they stabbed us in the guts
They don’t care about us
No they never gave a fuck
Life is moving but I'm stuck
I’ve been running out of luck, luck
