Chapter 2 Lyrics

Chapter 2 - Ivan B

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It's not the place you came from

It's where your heart is placed in

Every rose that grew up never picked out their vases

The past is just a string, I used to say, "Just let it go"

'Til you look inside the mirror and see everything you've sown

These the pages of my past; pieces I made peace with

You feel better forgetting

You're better off if you keep them

Trust me, I get it, "Why hold the things that have broke you?"

When you don't learn from your past is when it starts to control you

Start to feel like that it's you, but it isn't; turn up the volume

Just listen, the past is blueprints of every decision

Every mistake, every scar, every incision

Don't you get it? Feeling lost shouldn't be a tradition

If you don't deal with the past, you'll just see it tomorrow

Your heart is heavy 'cause you let your bags turn into cargo

Driving through life wondering how far can your car go

Tryna leave a place you'll end up seeing tomorrow

I know, I get it

They say history repeats itself—you ever wonder why?

Maybe the truth is in the past, I saw we're living in a lie

Make the same mistakes, blame the man that's in the sky, nah!

Sell me what you want, I ain't taking no part in it

More I see in the industry, less I wanna be part of it

You'd be surprised what they lose to be a star

When you lose your soul, tell me, is it really worth all of it?

The brighter the lights, the darker it gets

The world shows you happiness, yet they want you depressed

That's why their music sells

That's why they popping pills

That's why they market this poison like it's been good for your health

Am I the only one? Am I the only one to see it?

Am I killing your buzz? Am I not cool for the weekend?

Am I not cool for your club? 'Cause I don't talk about women

See the fans, how we're winning, you can keep all your opinions

You can keep all the millions of artists sounding the same

This ain't an album of happiness, this a journal of pain

This how to pick up the pieces to put your life in the frame

This the remains of my past, how I've grown from the change

Maybe this isn't meant for me

Tempting, should I let it be?

Let me feel the souls of everybody who's empty

Doesn't matter to me, if you hate me or love me

All that matters to me is the kinda person I'm becoming

It's okay to look back to find the pieces we're missing

You're only stuck in the past if you're not growing within it

'Cause who we are today is what we were last night

You'll never see chapter two if you erase what you write, agh!