I got to amdit to meself 

There been nights I have been a mess, my head wouldn't settle in the nest

Oh then the mornings they be worse 

The anxiety the panic the feeling like am nothing and was worth less then that 

There where days when it would get so bad I just want to go to the best place the scars would plague me

To afraid of the here after but to afraid of the here and knew 

Stock between worlds that what it was

A rock and a hard places just waiting for the virtues to pick me off 

Oh did god save or did love save me or am I still here victeam of my own actions 

Oh am sorry this is heavy 

But ain't gor nó platform nor a influencer ain't nobody offer me a shoulder to cry on 

All I have is this old pen this old sheet of paper 

To try and tell you what really goes on when the door shuts and the lights go out

So farewell friends tune in next week for the next episode