Tryna bring some type of clarity...
Tryna bring some type of clarity...
Tryna bring some type of clarity, to this blurry reality
I'll be doing things my own own way, don't you try me
I won't change for you
Open my eyes, I am alive
But don't know where to go
Move far away, don't you stay
...
I keep fighting like it's worth it, maybe I'm a lie
Is it the truth speaking? or anxiety deceiving
And I wonder..
Where's my heart if not in art
