every day i smell the air and i cry

feel like i'm swimming

drawing circles with my problems in mind

stuck in addiction

hmm

find no pleasure in material things they always break

always gonna be a bigger crib better car

it ain't a race

we all die that's why i tend to hold back

it's all the same

painting pictures with these words tend to find

subtle mistakes

cast a floodlight on my problems you'd find

i'm stuck in disgrace

they all say i need some changes

i lie and say that i'm changing

i still puff on things that lower my expectancy

i still drink when i call people who don't care for me

i still put effort in relationships that's one sided

there's two sides to every coin

that's why i'm tryna hide it

i hear people arguing i hide in my shell

when i get reminded

trauma that i went through can't help but identify

a product of environments but i try to change it

falling off a mountain my perspective is jaded

spoke to that little kid i tell him run for the hills

the life you're about to live

is full of panic and thrills

but your brain has shot your mind just rots inside

depression and inks don't do no lines to pass

the time you regret it and it fills you with shame

picture perfect or unnerving

nobody really feels quite the same

so i'll just say yeah

why don't i tell

you what i'm looking for

there's gotta be more than just an open door

that i know for sure

that i know for sure

that i know for sure

to knock on open door

why don't i tell you i'm looking for

it's gotta be more than just an open door

that i know for sure

that i know for sure

that i know for sure

there's gotta be more

just another open door

another open door