8Ball Lyrics

I spend days in a room

The impression of a tomb

No one ever talks

No one ever calls

I keep staring at these walls

And in the moment I just pause

I've got to walk before I crawl

But in my mind I start to

Shelter all my thoughts into an 8ball

Wish that I could make it but if I don't

I don't hate y'all

Somethings gonna break soon

Talking to myself inside a break room

Where music is my outlet

Plugging all these holes inside my chest like it's an outlet

Wont let my flame die or be out lit

Everyone's different

I still wear the same outfits

Too lazy to be out fit

At least if I don't make it I'll be out lived

Cherish what I have until the storm bears an outage

Out-aged with no fear to climb up a mountain

So high but I still remain grounded

Collect rocks till I feel like I've amounted

Can't see what I'm heading towards

To ward the light to my darkness I need a sword

Never had a lot of money I was always poor

I know there's people in this crowd with the tears that I poured

Like one day I'll go on tour

With broken promise that I couldn't afford

In a broken down car that resembles a ford

I go to battle with myself but I'm still

Losing the war

On what planet do I meet my accord

Tie the noose around my neck

All it needs is a cord

I'm sorry I can't make you happy

I'm still sad when I'm laughing