WYA

Okay, I'm losing my mind

Yeah, really I might roll the dice

'Cause I hate the cards I've been dealt

21, I still ain't winning with life

But mama ain't raise one to fold

Daddy should be growing old

But now it's a heart in my chest growing cold

I see why they're chasing the gold

'Cause it's been too hard to chase God, it's a real narrow road

Where'd you go?

Am I alone?

Boy I looked grief in the eyes and I froze