Growin' Colder (lost hope) Lyrics

Now maybe if I had a better life to support

I could finally get this dam career off the floor

Maybe if I had stayed in, finished up college

I would finally get respect, I would be acknowledged

For everything I know mixed with my potential

See I got the brains, none of the credentials

So, I'm stuck here in a dead-end job

Living paycheck to paycheck, I don't think it'll ever stop

My car looks nice, shit's still a piece

I'm going broke paying off the lease

My bills are late, my pockets spent

My phone's turned off, I'm overdue on the rent

And as soon as I start to catch a little break

Know I'm due for another set of headaches

Everything crashes down all at once

I can never seem to get myself back up with the

With the weight of the world on my shoulders

Another year I'm feeling older

I've got the weight of the world on my shoulders

Every day I'm growing colder

Feel like I'm Atlas, carry everything on my back

Unstable, heavy, my bones starting to crack

Legs buckle as the ground sinks down beneath me

Shit day to day isn't all that easy

The few who know me, know the times I crack

Really just the times I'm sick of dealing with crap

As I watch my life circle around the drain

Gotta find new ways to cope with that pain

Few packs a day help deal with stress

Don't shower, don't shave, my life's a mess

One step back ain't progress

All these problems in life, I always seem to obsess

And as soon as I start to catch a little break

Know I'm due for another set of headaches

Everything crashes down all at once

I can never seem to get myself back up with the

With the weight of the world on my shoulders

Another year I'm feeling older

I've got the weight of the world on my shoulders

Every day I'm growing colder

This is my life, I put it over a beat

I got another one to drop before the story's complete

Then I let it all out, bleed my brain with this pen

And know that one day, I can be myself again

Though I'm not really political, not just hypothetical

This is my own life, majorly it's theoretical

A little alphabetical pattern in the rhyme

Still remain prophetical, diary of a bleeding mind

With the weight of the world on my shoulders

Another year I'm feeling older

I've got the weight of the world on my shoulders

Every day I'm growing colder