MIND RIGHT

Lifetime never promised for a sharp mind

Not on witty shit, my neurones cut like razor wire

I'm scared of myself

Sick of being scared of the future

I was running from the jump, man, my guilt was heavy

I had your body on my mind all through February

Thought the grieving should have stopped

I thought my heart was ready

I thought I'd made it through worst

But the worst was yet to come

Sixteen, far too young for a cemetery

I just wish I could have helped