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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
BK Rucci
BK Rucci
Performer
Joie Bianco
Joie Bianco
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roger Carucci
Roger Carucci
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BK Rucci
BK Rucci
Producer
ELIWTF
ELIWTF
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

When I start to feel useless what do I do
When everything’s collapsing do I fall into truth
Believe everything my brain decides to trip on?
Losing all my confidence mistakes I slipped on
Apply anxiety to that
Depression plus obsession is a deadly perfect match
Killing me inside because I hate the man I sometimes am
To nag and tease and push away all family friends I sometimes have
Maybe that’s just imagination
But when it’s this vivid can you blame my hesitation
To believe the truth when I only see this burning picture
Of my intentions suffocated by this vicious blizzard
Spiraling into uncertain depths
I have to promise Sally that I won’t cause my death
But sometimes in my mind I’m tempted to think of cheating life
Before remembering that will fully erase my light
I just want to be able to feel good right now
Reach the torch to spark my light and return right now
Why was I cursed with this vision
To perceive myself so little
Oh, oh
I don’t know
Man I’ve been dealing with this shit for the last 6 years
When my mom passed that added 10 new fears
To be dealing with all my grief and tears
All alone I had to cope with these three tiers:
Depression Anxiety and PTSD
The hallway in junior year I needed relief
The memories flooded
My body had shuddered
Brought back to the moment when everything had crumbled
My friends around me didn’t know what to do
Shit if I were them I wouldn’t have a clue
Of how to treat a traumatized teen
They couldn’t know in my head I’d just seen
My mom telling me that she wasn’t gonna make it
And how afterward I walked away shaking
Sent into shock
About to throw up
My body turned numb
The nurse picked me up
I just want to be able to feel good right now
Reach the torch to spark my light and return right now
Why was I cursed with that vision
Of when I had been so brittle
Oh, oh
I don’t know
Written by: Roger Carucci
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