Chega Dessa Vida

Breaking at the seams but i'm still living in my head

Need to sew myself back up but i got needles with no thread

I been trying to put myself out there but they don't understand

I've been sinking further down like everyday into the sand

My life: track race, falling back to last place

I drift away, outer space, left behind without a trace

My days and grass are never green i'm still a basketcase

I got plans that fly beyond the fence but i'm stuck on the plate

All my thoughts will spill out when i fuckin open up my brain

Never feel at peace i'm slipping, i don't think i can maintain

All these people show me love so why do i still feel this way?

Moving on a fuckin mission no one else can do the same

Black hearts on my jeans, i keep a big one in my chest

I just wanna tell my family at the end, "i did my best"

I just wanna be the one, burning hot under the sun

We'll see who comes out at the end when all this shit is fuckin done