Soul Cries Lyrics

I'm just a man myself

Mortal is the wound that I infect myself

Excuses in my head to protect myself

It's easier to cope than correct myself

Preach it preacher, I mean that's what they say

The tongue is easier to say, but living is the proof of pay

Growing weary of this everyday but drowning's not an option

Even when the voices in my head steady mocking

On the doors of heaven, steady knocking

Wishing for the day, that I'm living often

I'm running out of gas, but I'm running out of options

Running out of gas, and I'm running out of

Leaning on myself, who else can I be trusting on?

The curtains come down, I know the show must go on

Feel like an Oscar nominee, when they look and asking me

How you doing? "Doing great", actually exhausted

And tired of the heavy load

Lonely on this open road

Tryna make it takes a toll

I just need someone to take a hold

Shake me up and break me up and tell me just to slow

But I'm back again, I can't commit to showing weakness

I know that if I fall, then the sharks will smell the blood, and I'm smarter than to spill out, I've been raised up in the mud

I've been learning how to hide my trace, I'm better than I should

So I'm running again, I pick up and then

A blow on the chin, another story of my sin

Dotted ink with the blood, I'm spilling out slowly

Can I keep this up? Can I keep up the phony?

I'm exhausted

To tell the truth is I'm exhausted

But if stop running, will I quickly fall apart?

That's why I keep running hard

That's why I keep running hard

Cause if I stop I'll fall apart

Cause If I stop I'll fall apart

Itching for the love

Yeah, I'm fiending for that admiration

Couldn't get enough as a child, so I'm compensating

If I stop now, striving, chasing, I'm too complacent

Resting is too much, so I'm back to grinding, back to baking

I can't go back to being nobody

I can't go back to being nobody

I can't go back to the days that I was passed up by everybody

So I'm running again, I pick up and then

A blow on the chin, another story of my sin

Dotted ink with the blood, I'm spilling out slowly

Can I keep this up? Can I keep up the phony?