next life

the blame is the same if you deny the pain

but the brain has never been one to explain

criticism stings when it’s their only weapon

I wonder if I told them in my expression

when I’m behind the wheel, it tells me how to feel

is it ideal to actually know what’s real?

the branches I climb to get away from a high

maybe this time I’ll actually die

I just hope in the next life I’ll take care of you

its been too many times for God to review

deep down inside I can remember what’s new

it’s okay to say it was hard to get through

someone once told me it’ll get better

do you realize you’re looking in the mirror?