Train

Stick a knife in my back so you can see how It feel

Running on empty with nothing hoping I stay on the rails

Hoping we have a discussion cause I was going through hell

Like maybe telling you something would change the way that I feel

But ain't shit changed, I still get paid, your face done changed

It was a matter of time, now all I got are these photos

I used to hang on my lights, wondering if I'm mistaken

And shit would change over time, and I was playing it down

But it took over my life, at least for a moment I hold it

With all this spite in these lines, now they keep you close to me