I’ve been hurt over and over but it just made me doper
I’m a joker, sometimes a smoker
I like to feel high but sometimes I feel lower
My mind is on a 1000 but my heart beat is slower
I’m counting my breaths over and over
I try to heal over and over but sometimes I feel broker, I let myself fall, and cause such an exposure
I try to smile but my poker face is steady
Can’t show my true feelings, what a disgrace, I thought I was ready
My mind needs space, old feelings with new ones I need to replace
Tired of feeling misplaced
The speed is getting quicker and my mind is still at the same pace
I trace back the damage, thinking of everything that once made me feel mediocre
I’ll know that I’ve reached enlightenment when I don’t feel the same hurt once I’m sober
